my eyelids won't stay open

my eyelids are drooping.
the eyelashes brushing against
glasses pushed hard against my face
in an attempt to see better
understand a confusing world with
would-be assassins and hacked emails,
the new California boss pulling the lifeline
from the workers,
I'm seeing and hearing it all
as well as the thunderstorms in the distance,
rays of light shining through gaps in the clouds
a distant rainbow.
how can I see clearly when there is black next to white
oranges, lightning, the sound of sirens and the
hum of the tires on the road, turning
to take me home,
my eyelids are drooping,
my brain too tired to understand
that which will never be
understood.