From The Immediate and No Sooner, 2021.
Another Morning
Slept five minutes last night. Just a teaspoon
of shut-eye. Insomnia sang my tune.
Sandman’s shakedown. Revenge of the full moon.
Peevish and crabby – I hope it ends soon.
Not so loud please! I’m bleary-eyed at noon.
2/21/20
10-10-10-10-10/5
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
I feel this poem in my exhausted bones. I am not a good sleeper generally but right now we are having our bedroom remodeled so I am camped out in the basement and, well, it is not going well for my sleep hygiene.
OMG. That is quite a disruption. I have no advice to offer, only sympathy. I am sure your remodeling will be nice when it’s done and you can enjoy it from the comfort of your own bed again!
Thanks. I am reciting “this too shall pass” as I try to work while the sounds of drilling and banging are scraping the inside of my cranium.
I know that sleeplessness well. (K)
You know, I never have had trouble sleeping (knock on wood). By the end of the day my mind and body are usually tired out and it’s been that way all my life. But I know from so many others that sleep is elusive and that not sleeping is awful, and I can imagine it from what I have been told. Here is to everyone and a good night sleep for them.
Yes, a good wish.
I read this poem and misread the title as Mourning! It made sense to me…
It does to me too. !!!