Insomnia

Floating down the dream canal on wings that vibrate with my racing heart

I wave goodbye up to the surface 

Squinting to see what is staying on the other side of the skin of it

I shake the shawl of it off my shoulders with a jolt

That spooks the butterfly, who lets me drop and watches me get sucked right back up to the top, just under the glass

Gulping up what I can see now 

I take in every detail of the figures moving on the other side

And make a list of what I’ve done wrong

With the list tucked into my bra

I lift the shawl of it back up around my shoulders and breathe

Slowly and call the butterfly back, she is visible only 

When I don’t look right at her