Thursday, March 27, 2014

Negotiating with my imagination

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.

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