I give thanks
for the layers of dawning,
after dream,
in which the worry lifts, the nagging
sense of needing, somehow,
to confront the problem.

Even quite some time after
I’m well awake, another wave
will wash me — wave of relief —
for there is nothing
I need to do to solve this.

I let myself forget —
It’s easy, really,
as the dimensions of the day
crowd out the linear projections
that scratched at my perception
through the night.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 17, 2014