Nadya, Russian Painter, in snow.
The Twenty-second Poem August 28, 2022
Why do I lie awake at midnight
after a mere four hours of sleep
and by day sleep grabs me before
I can stop it, without reason or
explanation? I try reading and
that occasionally works, but
my mind likes to be preoccupied,
There are mysteries with aging.
Generally, I’m doing well, but
there are those puzzles to which
I have no answers or remedies.
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