The Insomniac’s Fair Trade (A Poem)

/ Katie

Between the moon and stars and me,
I see
endless possibilities,
a path of many ways.
In that quiet
when the rest of the world sleeps,
there’s the time my mind can play:
scraps of paper
filled with stories,
starts and ends
and lovers meeting,
a thousand little pauses of
sound and silence.
This is my trade –
and it’s a fair one, I think –
rest for writing
and creating instead of bed,
It’s just a different kind of dreaming,
to be awake
in that space flanked by dusk and day.

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    • Sometimes, mine’s not either. But when I can, I try to make the best of it. It’s the quiet I like the most, I think. I get a lot of emails and such during the day, and at night, it feels like the time is just mine and no one needs anything from me.

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