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.
