An Insomnia Poem

Her pretzel-shaped body
all elbows and knees
still fits into the
crescent-moon cocoon
of my body around her
as she falls asleep

Her ski instructor: do you notice she sings down all the runs?
Her teacher: do you notice she hums while doing math?

Actual stardust, right here in my hands

Love you, mommy
she whispers as I tiptoe out