A Product of My Imperfection: A Poem

(Note: I'm not alone with this experience, I'm very sure. I know that others have experienced insomnia (or symptoms of it) in their life. Well, this early Wednesday morning, at about three, I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep until almost our alarm-clock-radio (set on at six, each morning) sounded off. So, what I did, while my wife was dozing off, was to do something productive, I think. Here's A Product of My Imperfection.)

A Product of My Imperfection

At three

early Wednesday morning

while half of the world were asleep

while the other half were busy and noisy

I woke up unintentionally

I couldn't sleep 

I couldn't get back to Slumberland

my senses were fully awake

my eyes were wide open

my ears could hear all the silence

all the sounds of crickets outside

the soft noise around me and my world

my heartbeat, my wife's regular breathing 

and mine, and sounds of gadgets in the house

and engines of cars, I believe, rolling down the freeways.

I feel tired but not weak

and not sleepy anymore

this early Wednesday morning

past wee hours or before daybreak.

I pondered, why is this happening to me

at this time where there's peace and quiet

on this very first day of August

I don't know...

but I have to get up

to capture my early morning thoughts

hence, this composition

a product of my imperfection?

Before six

I laid my back 

next to my wife

shhh...quiet, now, please

my eyes so heavy now

thanks, good God... 

bye, and see you all later

when the sun is up 

there, smiling at my window pane.

Good morning, everyone!

@0332, 01August2012 (c) chris a. quilpa