Does this mean I’m ready to wake?
Was there an earthquake?
A tremor, even?
A slight jolt?
Is my body in revolt?
Will this darkness last forever?
Oh, get a cup of tea, give me a break!
Relaxation music – imagine a lake:
its beauty, not the depths,
empty mind, not mind-full,
call upon the Dreamtime, the snake.
How many planetary rotations will it take?
Laughters and weeps?
At least I know I’m alive, tossing.
Until the bed becomes something
to leave, to love, to make.
— Jennie Fraine