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“Once I wanted the whole dawn not to let me sleep”…
…Now I beg these longer nights for slumber. Lights out except for a candle, captive in a hanging lantern’s orb of spider glass. I watch it gutter and flutter, throwing shadows in ever expanding, ever shrinking art forms. Turbulence from the open window sets the whole in motion, creaking slightly with each sway. Hypnotic. Closed eyes. Time trundles on though the clock faces backwards. Breathing tension away. Then I hear it. The unmistakable buffeting of an insect between ceiling and wall. It touches my face. A scramble for the light switch and illuminated there is the clumsy form of a Crane fly, legs too long for aesthetics. It moves closer to the corner. I will it into a dusty web that has gone unnoticed. But no, back it comes, dipping in flights of meaningless direction. All chance of sleep is gone. Yet there is compensation in the company of this other wakeful soul. We witness constellations slip slowly westward, a moon sinks, dawn clouds threaten rain.

each day briefer still
insects take their final flight
autumn fires the wood

Grace’s challenge is to ‘write and find the “extra” in your ordinary day’.  I found such inspiration in Annie Finch’s poem “Lucid Waking so have used her opening lines as prompt for a nocturnal Haibun Monday #22  ExtraOrdinary Days


  1. I won’t be able to sleep too~ Love this part:

    We witness constellations slip slowly westward, a moon sinks, dawn clouds threaten rain.

    Love your haibun and thanks for joining us for Haibun Monday~


  2. How nice of you to cozy up to him just enough to share in the delight of the dawn. I especially like this line “I watch it gutter and flutter, throwing shadows in ever expanding, ever shrinking art forms.” and your haiku is beautiful.


  3. Somehow I read this as an acceptance of an inevitable insomnia… I so much remember this as part of growing up… when young you slept hard whenever you could, then came panic of not being to sleep which gradually slipped into acceptance and requirements on how a night should be… and somehow I slipped back to sleep. Love your language with the crane fly…


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