SELF-CRITICISM

I’m of Two Minds

Photo by Ivana Cajina on Unsplash and drawing by N. Nicklin

Here in the cavern of my head,
the bats, they squeak and remonstrate;
in flapping chorus they agree
that Sleep is undeserved. Then they
rehearse afresh daytime events,
and speak in others’ tongues, and pipe
in strident tones their dialogues
and, winging, beat upon my brain.