Insomnia by Karen Helman O'Malley rises in the morning complacent and forgiving. It is at night he ponders the march of molecules before him like so many sheets hanging to dry each waving in what form the wind will take it. He slides by one sneaking a feel, only to come across the next. He thinks about his angels. Do they exist? And the unfathomable: can he clip their wings? At night too, he takes tea which he now fears fuels his fires. He wants to rest, to wake rested. He vows to choose tea in the blue box at market, how foolish, the red.
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Karen Helman is a retired schoolteacher and librarian. She knows the word “schoolteacher” is dated, but she enjoys employing it anyway. She has been reveling in and with the wonder of words since she was ten years old and composed her first poem on the fly, while lying face down on a lawn and enjoying a bug’s eye view of the world.
