Some mornings I let the dull sounds
of my imagination
lull me back to sleep.
I lie in bed and listen to the rain
that's not falling
glisten in a blanket around me.
I make up sounds of thunder and lightening
striking as I
blunder through the drops of my imagination.
Some mornings I could use a few more minutes
because my cognizance
misunderstood and let the rain lull me back to sleep.