Waking in the small hours… damned cough still torturing me… it was good to find your evocative Haiku. And I do the thing that has always helped me sleep, I learn new lines and carry them in my head back to bed. Running over something unfamiliar and absorbing derails the chaos of of fretfulness, and soon I begin to drift. I dredge myself up from dreams this morning intoning aloud

‘Fireworks from the valley
blossom at eye level-‘

while the dog watches me with curiosity.