Impish Thoughts
By Tatiana Pahlen

My thoughts keep gathering at night,
Inducing heartbeats fast and hard:
As long as my tired head needs to sleep,
Mischievous thoughts appear in masks.

Reveling with unwelcome guests,
Along with noise they usher rubbish,
All grimace at my meek requests
To cease the din at once and vanish.

Oh, my disquiet, my poor soul!
How to shield you from their damage?
I scream for help — there's no recall,
In despair, I'm losing courage.

I fool myself hiding my head
Under the quilt — a silly ostrich,
They gaily pull me out of bed,
Lynching my soul or biting knowledge.

These thoughts are rowdy impish tots,
Raise and grow with open freedom,
I still uphold my torturing brats
One day they may acquire to wisdom.

Here, they're laughing at my lament . . .

October 2, 1993

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