Debi Parnell's Moon

Still the sleepless night goes on

moonlight falling in at

angles untouched

by the sun.

I read once


is caused by wrestling matches

between the conscious and the unconscious

is that why

my coffee cup

and chamomile tea box clash

wrong colors and patterns

wrong shade of silver and yellow

wrong mix of flavors

one strong, the other weak

a war.

So give me the Great Bear

as a companion,

and Orion for a lover.

Stars sparkle

and eyes droop

but crickets continue to be silent.