again and again
Night creeps around me, silent and sure.
I sleep sound under soft grey blankets
through the travelling night, lullabied,
cradled, vast dreamscape indwelling of dragons and
water, whispered myth, remembered dogs
lost again and again, unable to hear me
calling, and exotic scarves floating, lemongrass,
ginger, saffron, a world away,
all of it flowing like my slowing breath,
instinctive, and all of it lost
again and again each morning,
displaced by the unbaptised ordinary,
the day undecided but already streaming along
like a train through a haunted countryside,
so remote, so unexpectedly at hand.
© MMWms 2020
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featured image: loose teas at Chelsea Market, NYC, March 2013 (altered with deep art effects/picasa)
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