I think I had a lucid dream, he said
I realized I was dreaming so I worked on how to fly
I fell out of that dream into another one
where I was here in bed, and you and Heather had come home.
I think I had a lucid dream, in that
a nightmarish beligerancy vanished
with hardly any memory, no caustic
bitterness deposited around my mouth
or eyes, no nagging tension at my neck
or eyebrows. Just a liquid sweet connection
with a languid waker from deep sleep.
who said, yeah, I was just too tired
to think straight. I’ll listen to you next time.
OK. I didn’t buy the nightmare. I held out
for a better dream. And look! At least
right in this moment, here it is.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 4, 2011
April 4, 2011