Insomniac Tankas

I.              Jupiters

Dayside anger splits
hydrogen and oxygen
apart. Sulks and sighs
push the two toward nightside
where tears become tears again.

II.              Pink Moon

When the creeping phlox 
covers the moon in crepe flush, 
we pray pestilence 
will pass. Spring will yield enough 
crop to eat and later sow.

III.              Do Luna Moths Hurry?

When life is but ten 
days: one turns sage in a week.
Wide eyespots evolve. 
One disdains food—thinks only:
legacy, new moon, lift, glow.