the Mother of all sleepless nights.
Before the light was bound over
to keep the peace till morning,
you neither slumbered nor rested your eyes;
before the darkness fell from sheer weary
excess of hours; as long as it took
to make us, lose us, find us crawling home
at dawn, sliding, eliding night into day.
You are the Mother of all
sleepless nights, in curlers and slippers,
in silence, arms folded, heart unbroken,