Monday, October 5, 2009

The Sound of Morning

It’s 2:00 A.M.,
another restless night.

Humphrey, my yellow lab, follows me
down the hall to the bathroom.

His tail like a metronome,
keeps time while he waits outside the door.

Memories wrestle loose from dreams with questions,
the tools to unravel convoluted visions -

Why did the nun fall from the limousine on to her head?

How could my mother have an e-mail address?
She’s been dead since before the internet was invented.

What was my son doing standing ankle deep
in dark water with gold fish nibbling at his feet?

Until the world makes better sense
I think I’ll go back to bed.

Maybe I can fall asleep again
until my recollections unfold more lucidly

rather than these ramblings
filling me with dread.

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