Like many people of a
Certain age
I take a nap
Every day,
And occasionally
I dream
But my dreams are not
Of fantastic landscapes
Or terrible encounters.
No, I dream that I am
Taking a nap.
I see myself lying
On the bed
Dreamlessly
Asleep
And when I stop dreaming
It is as if I
Stepped through a door
To wake myself
Or, as happened last week,
Waking was like moving through a mist
Which fell away to reveal what passes
For the real world
Although I wonder which
Of these is
The real world.
Dan Verner
April 6, 2017
Biscuit City 