Insomnia Days

George Frederic Watts: Found Drowned

you think our nights are bad—the days are worse
	far worse
a fingernail life, stumbling through 
shapeless days, formless blurs
unmoored in brackish water
no neat parade of events for us
no shoulders straight,	
setting forth with conviction
marching steadily with others
we are the unhinged, disoriented
the sea stirs under our feet

hold on, quick, find something, focus, 
pull weeds, do dishes, fold laundry forever
look as though you belong

let no one know we are drifting wraiths
in danger of being drawn down
to a drab seaweed world
floating dimly with feathered algae
Dead Man’s Fingers pressing
hearing muffled voices 
	not calling to us
	not caring for us
waiting for release 
in the sleepless night
of the unanswered bell.

Claire Scott Rubin

Claire Scott is an award winning poet who has published in numerous literary magazines. She has been nominated twice for the  Pushcart Prize (2013 and 2014).  She was also a semi-finalist for both the 2014 Pangaea Prize and the 2014 Atlantis Award.  Claire is a winner of the Arizona State Poetry Society 2013 Annual Poetry Contest. Her forthcoming first collection of poems, Waiting to be Called, published in 2015.

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