August 6, 2013

IN THE KINGDOM OF ROCKING CHAIRS

I rose early this morning from a sugary and fermented insomnia. I am moved more by my own waking life during the hours everybody else is asleep. A morning person. I read in Harper's once about sleeping in segments and how it used to be the norm. I walked at dawn through Oak Bluffs and down to the sea. At seven I pulled the sheets back over my legs for another round of shuteye. At ten I woke again and it all felt like a dream. Begin again. 

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