When do you wake up?
In the morning
in the afternoon
or in the evening
of your life?

Now?

How do you get
to that province
where knowing
yourself is easy
to sleep on?

Something always has to crash
My reality
To get me right here
Sleepy

Someone crashed into me. I can smell her.

I always think
I'll stay
I never know
I don't stay
Until
I pop back in
and realize
I'd left
Without knowing
I'd left

Found myself
Gone

And then I realize some of you knew it and tried to tell me.

Is there a crazy glue that will keep me here?
She smiles.

Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis