In Honor of My Insomnia

I woke up at a different time, 2:00ish instead of 1:00ish, very early Monday morning, and felt that perhaps my insomnia was becoming cured because I had managed an additional hour of sleep. Then I remembered that the time changed. I'm still waking up at the same exact hour as before!

While I do not hear barking dogs at night, I love how this poem symbolizes my thoughts that will not let me sleep during my nightly window of insomnia.

Another Reason Why I Don't Keep A Gun In The House
Billy Collins

The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.

The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
I close all the windows in the house
and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast
but I can still hear him muffled under the music,
barking, barking, barking,

and now I can see him sitting in the orchestra,
his head raised confidently as if Beethoven
had included a part for barking dog.

When the record finally ends he is still barking,
sitting there in the oboe section barking,
his eyes fixed on the conductor who is
entreating him with his baton

while the other musicians listen in respectful
silence to the famous barking dog solo,
that endless coda that first established
Beethoven as an innovative genius.