The bed wakes up before my body does
stretches and contracts a few times
rolling and nudging me out.
The sun climbs through
several windows at once
on its way to another house.
I try to remember my dream
but it's stuck somewhere in back of a cheekbone
and brushing my teeth won't help.
Tilted at an unsteady angle
I lurch this way and that
reaching the kitchen after several unsuccessful tries
until I find my equilibrium
(it's been missing for several days)
under a chair, oh joy!
Reckless, now, I approach the day
with my notebook in hand and my antennae out.
go back
©2007 Susan R. Gilbert
www.plasticduck.net/susangilbert
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