Lapping over my consciousness
like waves of incoming tides,
Cross-currents weaving
between each others phases,
The soporific influence
of three fronts:
The lateness of my sleeping
The coldness of the day
The dream-like memories
of last night’s celebrating—
Doubled rhythms
concatenate along the line of waves
So I have drifted
and the forward march of progress
has been arrested
attention sifted
and the beach-ward wash of thoughts
bobs there suspended
Till some renewed resolve should lift me clear
Return me to my traction on the shore.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 5, 2012
photo by Casey McCurdy