You
cannot walk
Your
head hits your chest
You’re
not asleep
No
guilt of pill
No
directive call
But
there’s this light
That’s
breaking through
The
sky your head
Your
head the sky
And
you know you’re not asleep
Your
flesh left aside
But
it’s still out there
And
you know you’re not awake
You
feel the salt
That’s
in the breeze
And
the waves you hear
Curling
through this light
As
a mirrored cup drinking-up
All
that light sets between
And
you’re not asleep
And
you’re not awake
And
it culminates amid
This must be somewhere between intense awareness and half unconscious drowsiness ... it evokes a feeling of inside and outside molten into one. Fine!
ReplyDeleteA fascinating read. I reflected on similar moments in my life, wondering how I would describe them, if they were anything like this. Again, you made me think, ponder, wonder. Good writing does that.
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Matthew John Davies, I adore you!!!
ReplyDeletean almost stream-of-consciousness style take on those moments before we wake up and consciousness hits hard.wonderfully crafted.
ReplyDeleteI have that feeling when my mother talks at me.
ReplyDeleteI especially love "the sky your head, your head the sky". Yup. Been there! Good poem, kiddo.
ReplyDeleteA strange place to be, perfectly described
ReplyDeleteA delightful read, so clearly opening up that space between dreaming and reality. I kind of like the way it can fit no matter where you happen to be when reality dissolves away, if only for a brief moment or two.
ReplyDelete"And the waves you hear
ReplyDeleteCurling through this light" beautiful imagery!
conscious or subconscious i feel the freaky waves of uncertainty.
ReplyDeletegood writing, very good.