Silver Insomniac

There’s a pool of light in the backyard
It spills over the tree tops
but appears to be carved out of the grass
an oval grotto of white,
silver amongst the shadows

If it weren’t for insomnia
I wouldn’t have seen it,
Wouldn’t have seen the cool, clear light
bright amidst the dark

Being awake at this hour seems unnatural,
is unnatural
in terms of the real world

But in the magic of these moonbeams
I am wide open

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by Jennifer Butler Basile on August 24, 2016  •  Permalink
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Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on August 24, 2016

https://choppingpotatoes.com/2016/08/24/silver-insomniac/

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  1. Barbara Butler-Schmidt

     /  August 24, 2016

    Beauriful

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  2. Little Mighty

     /  August 24, 2016

    Wonderful; I enjoyed it very much.

    Liked by 1 person

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