In-between dreams
If I awake at midnight
And spin the abacus in my mind
I will witness shards of shining light
Which spiral into pockets of crinkled
patchy cover.
I pull my knees up to my chest
Slowly watching the ungathered curtain
Flutter lightly against the open window
shelf
Eyelids adjusted , I feel accosted by
The nervous shapes of the night
Triangles of thought cradled
In mental Scattering, brushed by night
breeze
Then faint knocks and footsteps echo
Like an uneven leaking drum
Sinking down some cool corridor somewhere
Past the blackness of my awakened state
I turn towards an outline form
Stirring beneath more crinkled covers
Duvets never flatter anyone!
Just shift shapes in a rhythm of air
Maybe Olwyn and Raewyn are right
Bacon is not the vegetable of dreams
My stomach tries to contradict
As busy thoughts poke around inside
my head
I seek to re enter sleep at this moment
Some pleasantries seem to be in minds
grasp.
Pressed to the soft sheen of my pillow
I nudge softness, an outlined form
Inside duvet nearby
