When Sleep Does Not Seem Important

I first wrote this poem during September of 2020, during the pandemic. My sleep patterns changed and I began to watch the sky at night. The words for this poem came to me on the night of the full September moon, which is called the full corn moon, or for many, the green corn moon (despite what Disney thinks it should be called, it is the Green corn moon, not the Blue corn moon). Last night I was up through the night sky gazing for the first in a long time. We have not reached the night of the full Corn moon. It will be this coming Sunday. It will soothe me and bring me beauty and hope. I hope you will watch the sky that night as well. Peace.

I could blame my sleepless night
On the full Corn moon
So bright in the September sky
That it felt like
The only thing to do
Was to follow the light outside
Where the late summer night noises
Teased and taunted the darkness and
All I could do was
Sway beneath the beauty
Of my longtime Moon friend

In that beautiful moment
Alive with light and sound
Sleep did not seem important

Then later that evening
The moon covered its light
With clouds tinged pink
Then yellow
Deep, dark blue
Then grey
Until it disappeared
Washed away by heavy rain and
All I could do was stare
At tiny streams flowing down
The window panes

In that beautiful moment
Alive with life-giving water
Sleep did not seem important

When the rain stopped
I watched as the clouded night
Grew into day
Moment by moment by moment
Sleep did not seem important
Because my heart knew
That all of Creation
And all of humanity
And you
Needed the river of Love
That more often than not
Startles me
When I feel it flowing
Through the core of my being
Through my soul through my prayer

Especially
On nights when
Sleep does not seem important

Photos taken by CARR. Top photo in Dresden, 2018. The second is a photo of a piece I stitched in 2014. The photo was taken September 2, 2025.