A passive silver moon
dripped its light
through lace curtains
into my room
the faucet
in the bathroom
dripped
with precise
regularity
both dripping worlds
invoking their
presence on me
there is no wisdom
gained
being in the middle
listening and watching
to the drip, drip
from my shelter
of awake
between a poisonous
injustice
preventing sleep
Roger Singer 