Tonight my sleep was restless.
I could not stand: undulating feet.
Nor clutch my mother’s face: tidal.
Nor shut out burgeoning masks.
Sleep could not be thrown over
too thin its cover.
Struggled under thin sleep,
a geyser of worries.
joggled by jets, gratuitous jibes.
Gas jets and phlegmatic one-way mirrors;
there was nothing else but are walls.