there have been times

In the last six years

When I have thought

Look! The insomnia has abated 

…Low tide….

….Rain after a drought….

…A decent President…

Ephemeral

You think, saved! But your reason retorts–not so fast

I get irritable by 1:47 in the morning

Knowing why I inhabit these midnight places

Ghosts are familiar

Girl in the dark

I wish I could have travelled back to you 

There believing only you 

Were awake in the world 

Travel back to tell you

I Am.  I am here