When I found myself awake
this morning, it was at the frayed end
of a dangling thread,
a thought so delicious it had unraveled
unthinkable colors before me.
What it was that dared to breathe
my waking world has found its way
again to its safe, dark deep.
And where am I now for want of the visitor?
How changed am I in my moments?
How will I now greet my peers,
my students, daughter, son?
How will I greet my wife?
Will in the absence
of that timeless thought my love be more
my love? Will our days improve or
otherwise compose themselves differently?
Can a dream, even this
one gossamer strand, be the promise
holding today together?
