July #1

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,

keep breathing!

Ah, stillness,

empty mind, not mind-full,

call upon the Dreamtime, the snake.

How many planetary rotations will it take?

Revolutions? Rebellions?

Interrupted sleeps?

Laughters and weeps?

At least I know I’m alive, tossing.

Until the bed becomes something

to leave, to love, to make.

— Jennie Fraine