Instant Poem

It’s 5:37am, I can’t sleep and will try to write an impromptu poem. Here I go…

there is an instant sleep between two doubts
going quiet, resting for a second, looking
for words that define why yes is a yes
and maybe is excruciating

you feel for it and realize that it isn’t the right direction

and for another second, as you go deeper and deeper and deeper,
changing directions, touching the different walls of your mind for a hint
you temporarily feel sadness for those who are unable to do this
how they must live their lives using other people’s words
other people’s description of what is accomplishment

and you revel in this elusive moment,
as if it can be contained in a linear fashion

as if it will allow you to hold on to it
before it finally convinces you
that it had never been

but you had written it,
and for this, you are better than those

who had not.

(finished this in 13 minutes, goddamnit)

(I just woke up the next day, reread the poem above, and realized that it’s not that good. But what the hell, I got excellent sleep after writing it. Good enough.)