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(poetry diary 140) Found this poem late last night as I was delaying going to bed, knowing that I was going to have yet another night of fitful sleep. My ability to sleep well went away after I had a child 5 years ago–I now wake up at least once an hour due to any small sound going on anywhere in the house. I’ve been told that this is common, and my mother says that now that I’m a mother I’ll never sleep well again. (Argh.) The beauty of this poem re: the subject, at least, makes the condition more bearable.

Late at Night in Bed- Gregory Djanikian 
My wife tells me she hears a beetle
Scurrying across the kitchen floor.
She says our daughter is dreaming
Too loudly, just listen, her eyelids
Are fluttering like butterflies.