Morning

Puny in darkness, glad to wake up.

A bad dream is unreal real.
The sea was drowning in endless rain.

Reached out from dead water just
to grip my own wrist under the pillow
then hold tight to your cotton sleeve.

Now quite adrift I watch your passive face.
Eyelids unmoving. Asleep in breath.

Daylight, always unscathed, arriving slowly.

Gerald Solomon

Archived 11/29/2011