Insomnia strikes me when the
Soft candlelight glows upon
pages-upon pages
Of the new book bought today.
Unable to set it back on the shelf above my head-above my bed.

Finding respite from worries of
days past and days to come, by escaping in this world imagined by
another-this brilliant creation.

Tonight, A Tree Grows In Brooklyn.
Who knows what tomorrow night holds?
These summer nights, spent in solitude underneath the dimming candlelight,
Are the nights I'll never grow tired of.
*jm