August 2023
Bio Note: I am a wandering troubadour whose poetry appears in over 400 journals on six continents, and 23 collections of poetry – including In the Jaguar Valley (dancing girl press, 2023) and Caribbean Interludes (Origami Poems Project, 2022). I also author travel narratives, articles and guidebooks. My writing has been honored by the Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada (2011) and nominated for the Best of the Net. I journey through Latin America with my faithful knapsack Rocinante, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth.
Through the Door
My dreams lumber through
the door between
consciousnesses
slipping through before it
slams
shut with full
wakefulness
Within the Sounds of Insomnia
Sometime … somewhere …
in the hazes of my sleep …
The cat rolls a ball
across the wooden floor …
Whispered worries drift
suffocating dreams …
Sometime after three a.m.
singing and loud voices climb the hill
Dreams crushed
sleep elusive
I get up, let the cat out
muddle through cyberspace
Cat’s pawfall
on the chilled tin roof
After an hour or so
I resume my quest for rest …
The hesitant toll
of a church’s matins
A car revs its engine
toots its horn
Some house’s alarm
screams in this night
A heavy vehicle
climbs the hill
I abandon my quest
for this night’s sleep …
The first bus passes
its brakes groan
The eastern horizon washes
in brightening colors
Another night has passed
within the sounds of insomnia …
©2023 Lorraine Caputo
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