Distracted

It's a time when many
Look to distractions, and sleep;
Long-ago films flashing on a dark plastic box...

And here I sit by the window,
Head against glass.
The sun has long fallen
To distant hills, letting me be –
With nothing but a dim reflection to talk to.
Owls call faintly in the distance,
And wires are invisible to the dark landscape –
But for a wooden pole,
Standing out against the sky.

Books of science lie forgotten at my feet –
Lifts, rockets, stringed tensions...
And Newton's well-remembered laws.
Dying songbirds call to the imagination –
A story halfway told.

Yet I am so... distracted.
The trivialities of books are gone from my mind,
Instead taken by a sleeping landscape
Far away from fume-choked roads.
Discarded phones and not-quite-dead shrieks
Hide below the floor.

Trying to pass time
By suppressing fears about oncoming tests;
Music notes flicker in my mind.
Eyes itch with slight fatigue –

But I still can't sleep.