I recently learned to tell between two[*] insomnias -
the one brought in by our being together, bodies entwined
in wanton discomfort, and the other
where they lie awake, trying to remember
Of course, I choose, without equanimity and shame,
Leave those marks of insomnia on my neck,
and I shall gladly offer you
what these bags under my eyes hold.
[*] The reference is to the following one from Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks:
When I am with you, we stay up all night,
When you’re not here, I can’t get to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
And the difference between them.