There is a poem called “The Sleepless Ones,” by Lawrence Tirnauer, that I like a lot. In the poem, Tirnauer writes about being awake in the night, twisting and turning, unhappy about his state. He wonders how many other people are also awake, in this tortured state. If they all got up right now, and came out of their houses to walk in the street, he imagines how a river of people would flow together, all unified by their sleeplessness. It is beautiful.
