like waves

pages turn

then closing my eyes

goes easy rolling
after another, another
not rapid though smooth,

continuous. it's dream

on a train. scenes passing.  

heads down cows on green far hills.
constant movement in waves
then  coffee in an unfamiliar bar
somewhat dim and comfortably pleasant.
the worn, rolling wood, beautifully polished.
i turn at my desk at home, sun on my back
warm. i feel it. and remember the train.
calmly looking out the window

so apparent to me
how pleasant a nap can be