awake
The moon has had insomnia too lately. So bright and large over the corn drying on its stalks. I see the man with his eyes open wide.
I find my eyes open periodically throughout the night. After I realize I'm seeing something other than the inside of my eyelids, I think, in my Mom's voice, "You can't get to sleep with your eyes open."
My therapist has told me to write down the thoughts that keep me awake. Sometimes I start giggling as I write, so ridiculous they seem on the page. Unfortunately it does little to stop them from ricocheting endlessly between my ears.
This morning as I drove to school I saw the other side of the moon. Either that or it was so strange in the day that I didn't recognize my insomniac friend. Maybe he sleeps when his back is turned.