you've awakened in another
one of those moods,
feeling pain that is
somewhere off in
the distance.
ghosts of dreams
haunt your
bleary morning vision,
not remembered
but lapsing vaguely
over into reality.
was that plane about
to run out of fuel
two miles short
of the runway again,
or were there dark, malicious
men with hidden weapons
lurking in the doorway?
you feel disconnected
from both body and mind,
as if your life
is being swept into a corner
or under a convenient rug.
you are still breathing in and out,
taking up space,
grasping at something
that is just out of reach.
