tanka sequence

Insomnia –tanka sequence

can I fix my eyes

on the flight of birds

for answers,

or draw closer by melting

with languor

are my walls

under siege from

smaller men

who call themselves

heroes

insomnia—

in the throes of a nervous

breakdown,

the stirrings of a bird

trapped indoors

then I found Omar,

king of all comforts—

for eight years

together we rambled

where larks sang