A Moveable Garden

Part of my Feb 2024 Dream Poems project.

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I originally wrote this poem in 2020, edited it in January 2024, and modified it further today.

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the day

Night creeps around me, silent and sure.
I sleep sound under soft grey spread
through the travelling night, lullabied,
cradled, vast dreamscape indwelling of ravens and
water, whispered myth, remembered dogs
lost again and again, unable to hear me calling, 
and streets laid out and followed, entire worlds, 
worlds away

all of it pulsing like my slowing breath,
instinctive, indistinct, 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.

© M Wms 2020; ed. 2024