the lamp of moonlight

i wouldn't call it insomnia

exactly.

it was more

of an occasional

inability

to fall asleep.

whether it was the lamp 

of moonlight

cutting through

the blinds,

or the person

beside me,

dreaming and moving her

legs,

or the dog, too close

and hot.

or the work tomorrow

or the work

from yesterday.

it wasn't even

money, or age keeping

me up

like it used to do.

i wouldn't call it insomnia

at all,

just a temporary

situation of not sleeping,

a rare delay.