Awaken

That was only a dream of comfort,
awaken to this drear reality
put on a pot of coffee, or
throw an egg in a skillet –
drink from a stream, if you must,
whatever it takes
to fall back in love with the dream.

To Sleep

close your eyes, close your eyes,
there is nothing left to see today
rest in warmth and wonder and
allow the night to slip away,
dream sweetly; smile, love,
your labouring is done, today,
breathe steadily, then quietly,
let dreams go where they may.

Five Minutes Before 7 AM

and I’m awake-
the alarm has not yet rung.

Yes.
Yes.
No schedule for these moments,
no calls from mom,
this liminal state between sleep and dress
just me, the darkness, the lingering warmth
of a night’s rest, the chill morning
kept at bay in here.
The mind wanders,
not to things that need to be done,
to more important things –
Of kittens and kiwis, of angels
and anemones, thoughts
of potential and thoughts of –

Ah.
The alarm has rung.