Rick Jackofsky
A Dream Within a Dream
It’s four a.m. on a cold winter night, and suddenly I’m wide awake, not jolted awake as if being woken up by someone breaking into my house or a tree falling on the roof. It’s more like my mind has just decided that it’s time for my body to get out of bed and do something. I try to ignore my annoying mind and go back to sleep, but eventually, I end up in the kitchen. After downing a couple of glasses of water, raising the weights on the pendulum clock, and having a brief conversation with the cat, I make my way back to bed and lie there, listening to the clock tick while a cuckoo sings about the hours. As night gradually turns into day, I slip into a dream, a dream about sleepwalking through another day.
the distant
cry of a cuckoo
echoes
from the edge
of a forgotten dream
About the Author:
Rick Jackofsky, poet, songwriter, and paterfamilias of The Homegrown String Band, enjoys reading, writing, and sharing captured moments of clarity. His haiku, senryu, tanka, and haibun have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies.