i wrote this during insomnia

thought it was better until revisted
when i was born

i could not sleep

and so my mom

would sing to me

she sings of trouble

she sings of fear

but sang them softly

sang them with tears

when i was young
i couldn't sleep
i asked my love
to sing for me

he speaks in key
as he goes
a lullaby
of totem poles

and as his words slipped to nonsense
i felt myself moreso content
a place we' share
at least this evening

we laugh

a place of shamans
a place of heat
of medicine men
and indian chiefs.