You Sleep Uphill
Scared, the light switches glow
in the darkness above your head.
the air is high summer,
opiated rainstorm thunder, humid damp and
you are uncomfortable and
one leg refuses to function,
strange pains appear
in new parts of your old tired body.
II
at night giant moths fling themselves
against the caravan windows, drawn
by a solo, solar light.
you read and you wriggle and
you toss and you turn.
III
by day you wear bright red earphones and laugh.
you handle three digital devices simultaneously.
you click and you point,
you click and you point.
at times pleased,
at times pouting,
at times mostly hidden.