Insomnia

The page is blank
like closed eyes without lashes
a smiling Buddha without a mouth
maybe it's hiding
all the sleep I lost
last night
last week
last year
a clean sheet
coming between me and you
a new leaf
turning in the wind
of a white midsummer night
north of the arctic circle
where a polar bear lost on the melting ice
is looking for the north star
white noise on the TV screen
after everyone has gone to bed
it is morning somewhere