Old Highway 2 Trail near Troy Montana
I don’t want to sleep because
Sleeping leads to dreaming and
My dreams these days…
5:44 on a Sunday morning:
I’ve been up since midnight
Pursuing pointlessness to
A level nearing art.
Missing when it flowed like water:
Inspiration, pouring from my soul,
As easily as if exhaled.
And maybe that’s the source of
Crisis in my dreaming: I can
Remember how the itch would
Hit me hard as nicotine fits.
And writing, poems, anything really
That took some inspiration,
Was like that first, loooooong puff,
Except calming in a way no
Drug, cigarette or other,
Could ever start to touch.
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Benjamin Kibbey
Award-winning journalist, Army vet and current freelance writer living in the woods of Montana.
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