Sunday, May 25, 2014

In and out of things unseen


Those mornings,
stunned by unremembered dreams,
the mind, through clouds and trees,
not at all unpleased, sailing,
in and out of things,
unseen.

A hot air balloon, gasping,
dogs, barking, the sun, rising,

the sound of cackling hens
suddenly back again,

their words on the tip
of your tongue.



4 comments:

Jan said...

What a beautiful start to my morning to visit a friend's blog and see such wonderful poetry~

William Michaelian said...

And your kinds words, Jan, are a dream I will remember.

Joseph Hutchison said...

At first I thought, "Why all the commas?" Then I realized, the punctuation, placed with care, with canniness, captures the tentativeness, the fragmentary nature of waking. The whole poem is a process of shedding or cutting through that, letting the world in, which as ever leads toward song. Lovely!

William Michaelian said...

Indeed, as it’s phrased, so was it lived. Many thanks, Joe....