For hours maybe minutes all night
dreaming I cannot sleep
find the word Insuette written
on wallpaper, wanting to be taken.
At 4:52 I get up. Through the window
bamboo chimes, night shadows and a moonlit chair.
Insuette. Her heart so far adrift I must call back
the swimming dog, search for a boat I will never find.
Soft-minded, hesitant and out of step
I expect nothing from the morning
think the dull silver light all wrong
but am mistaken. A rabbit waits. Insuette.