Insomnia took root in the fragments of the night
that buzzed through my mind like an earthquake
swaying my base and screeching for attention.
It’s a monster.
The persistent ogre waits to spring,
even as I hide under cover
beneath the canopy of stars stretched
too tightly this cool evening.
Of course love is fearless, steadfast as it sustains us.
Those stems that sprout where we sow seeds
have the power to overwhelm weeds that found root
and together we drown out the din entirely.
I sleep soundly at last.
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott