Sunday, April 29, 2012

goes like waves


goes like waves
after another, another
not rapid though
smooth, continuous
its dream, i’m on a train,
scenes passing. sheep and cows.
there is the movement of the waves
then a coffee in an unfamiliar bar
somewhat dark,dim and comfortably cool.
the bar old, oiled beautiful polished wood.
i turn at a desk at home, the sun on my back
warm. i feel it.
looking out the window it's apparent
how pleasant sleep can be


1 comment:

Annie said...

I'd like to fall asleep nodding over my desk, with a pleasant dream like that. This poem gives me the sense of the wavelike feeling of dreams, and how we feel like we've traveled.