Wednesday, June 2, 2021


Again and again, I tend 
to emerge

as a sun 
through fringe clouds,

from a mid-
morning dream

like a cave 

with a stomach 
that feels enlarged

though I know 
that it's not—

and a head 
which is so thick 

with the banter 
of creatures 

that I can't bear 
to speak, so instead 

I'm just thinking: 
I know what I said 

about rational sense, 

could I have been wrong 
after all 

about the straightforward nature
of sensation?