sleep to come

there is a sleep
to come
soon. I promise myself,
turning pages
of books, the tv off.
the window
full of moon.
I lie awake in
the dim
light of the table
lamp.
pillows punched just
so.
tea beside me.
I am alone, but not
so that it bothers me
as it once did
long ago.
my years have brought
me,
surprisingly,
a clarity that I
rely on
as each day arrives,
as each
new moon fills
the room. there is
sleep to come, I promise
myself.
soon.