In the view behind my eyelids
everyone kept walking through
with marked purpose.
They made stories for themselves
out of the ambient sound

It didn’t take long
for me to drift away
nor yet to jolt back
like falling off a cliff
awakeness catching me
just enough to set me down

When there is nothing new
in what the day has to report
there is always the allure
of the edge before sleep
and thought’s opening
to the vast expanse of dream.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 28, 2018