Staring into the darkness
Waiting for sleep, he watches t.v. on the ceiling light fixture.
Itís the size of a postage stamp and upside down, being convex.
The volume is off and he watches the images flicker.
Counting the seconds until the next one.
"Itís better than sheepí, he said, Ďyou ought to try it sometime."
The images thin out horizontally,
The changes are rapid
Yet sleep continues to elude him
write a poem.