Insomnia

Too brief to be called

A song, yet so distinctive:

What bird can it be?

Shapes of furniture

Emerge, one limb at a time

From the dark's deep sea

Another squirrel caught!

Rattle it! Rattle the trap!

The walnut's all yours

Windows un-Windexed

Sheets not laundered, itchy crotch

I've myself to blame

One gray becomes two

Blue above, olive below

The day's new Rothko

Unexpectedly

I got some sleep between six

And what is it now

Tom Disch