Breaking the surface Clutching intangible thoughts Slippery seaweed. . .
Bobbing up for breath Swirling down through dark colors Which world is my own?
New yet familiar The shoreline my spreading wings Shifting transition. . .
I keep a dream journal every year and I write a poem, usually a haiku or a series of haiku, to go at the beginning of each journal. .. usually inspired by sleep, dreaming or waking. ..this one is about the challenging time between dreaming and waking. ...