I wake, groggy, my mind awash in last night’s dreams. While there’s light in the sky, the sun has yet to rise. A mist clouds the morning. As I listen for a moment to the silence, I realize I am totally alone.
a plastic bag
But I’m not alone. My wife is there, asleep in bed. I shake her unresponsive shoulder. Drifting from our room, I call my kids. They don’t return the greeting. I decide to go down for a cup of coffee but find myself floating above the stairs.
mountain lake . . .
a billion years
I start to rise. My thought clouds dissipate. I wonder if I’m falling back to sleep.
the old wood cross
a squid waits
in the tide pool