In the middle of the night
I sometimes wake up
No, no — I mean
I often wake up.
I hear the coyotes howling
And lately I’ve heard an owl
But that’s not what wakes me up
It’s the thousand thoughts
Racing through my mind
Of this and that
And nothing particular
And everything all at once
The thoughts scurry around
Like the mice I hear in the walls
Not as much since we got the cats
The mice, I mean
Not the niggling thoughts
But just like the cats keep the mice
I think the coyote howls chase the thoughts
There’s a strange comfort
In those howls
You’ve struggled with insomnia
And I know you pray your way through it
I need to work on that.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS) means no editing and little planning. You get what you get here.
I also tried my hand at Six Word Saturday which requires a six word title.
3 thoughts on “In the Middle of the Night”
I like the feel of this poem – moody and relatable. Those thoughts can be pesky in the middle of the night. Sometimes reading helps distract me from them. I’m glad you find comfort in the coyote howls.
Most nights I sleep well, but the odd night is a bad one.
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