When you’re asleep and you’re dreaming
and she says, coffee?
and you say, with cream in
and then you wake and it plays out like the dream
she says, coffee and you say with cream.
something very strange is going on.
and then you’re listening to her talk with your two eyes up there hanging on a stalk
and you wonder, is this a dream, is there coffee later, will there be cream?
I need to make some kind of order
bring back thoughts that loiter
on the border,
wherever that may be.
© 2019, John Smallshaw.