Starting from slumber,
lost amongst
the rumpled bedclothes.
Straining against
some unseen force,
some orphan experience.
Trapped between a dream
and the waking hour.
A scream
caught in the throat,
or a moan of pleasure.
What is this
feeling
setting in?
Vagrancy of the psyche.
Disabuse and dislocate.
not here,
not there,
just trapped amongst the visions.
Wrestling with consciousness,
might as well be
wrestling with God.
Resolution comes
and you won’t remember
anything.
HG – 2022
