My thoughts stayed awake last night
The Muse Letter No. 28
My thoughts stayed awake last night talking to me from room to room. So I picked up some poetry to keep them company. Center them, like a binding spell. It’s 4.54 am and the time change is messing with my sleep.
When I arrived last year in Edinburgh one of the first places that I visited was the Poetry Library. I would go there weekly, wander through the aisles, and pick up spines at random. I still like to do that with my poetry books, just flip through the pages and read the first one that comes up, like drawing a tarot card. My fortune told by a poem.