Worlds hum slowly in my sleep <br />I drown in dreams; their shadows deep <br />Like gypsy women's ancient art <br />Lull an ischemic heart. <br />Birds are restless tonight, <br />In degrees and not in kind <br />And Fukushima and Dai chi <br />Are just structures of my mind. <br />Myriad greens have waylaid me <br />To Plato's land of forms <br />Conspiring wickedly <br />To throttle sympathy. <br />I too had my share of storms.<br /><br />Mandira Mitra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-i-avoid-insomnia/
