I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING AT ALL!

I don't dream
in Irish

because I don't know
enough Irish

to dream in
. . .ok.

Still the dawn chorus
seeps into my consciousness

with each bird screaming
first the robin then the wren

"Ní fhaca tú
aon rud ar bith!"

Now all the birds scream
like a brutal Babylon Berlin interrogation .

"NÍ FHACA TÚ
AON RUD AR BITH!"

Until I admit in English
"I didn't see anything at all!"

Then I wake up in terror
only it is still the dream.

I stumble through
the dream's labyrinth

and finally land on
my own two feet

arriving in
my own reality

with dream remnants
clinging to me.

"Is this the eyelash
of Shakespeare?"

"Cleopatra used hippo dung
as a face mask?"

"The oldest goldfish
lived to the ripe old age of 43."

Yesterday's morning TV is
alas still alive within me.

I listen to
"My tears in blue paint."

I groggily stir the porridge
and make a weak cup of Earl Grey.

Wot? Me!
"Ní fhaca  mé aon rud ar bith!"