I dreamed a poem in my sleep last night. I remember the entire process, but not the poem. I rewrote it in my head several times: once to balance the comparisons, once to make the images more vivid, once again for both rhyme and alliteration. I vaguely recall it had to do with the peace we have now. I recall a deep satisfied smile at the result and a pleasant drift away from consciousness.
I woke refreshed and happy after a great night’s sleep. Since I’ve been sleeping in 2 to 4 hour naps lately, this was glorious! But for the life of me, I cannot recall the poem.
I sat here waiting for it to re-emerge. Then I started writing this in the hope that the brightness of the poem would return. It has, but not the details—no words, no lines. Only a sense of accomplishment.
I hope that I live my way back into that poem and its sense of victory.