between wakefulness and sleep
suspended on a fine thread of awareness
I find the Muse doing what she does best
tease

metered verses flash lightning fast
words rhymed, unrhymed
themes tangled and untangled
premises of possibilities

I observe unable to control
cannot steady the camera of memory
unable to grasp sense or meaning
colors magnify, intensity

kaleidoscopic images
stimulate basic instincts open
Pandora’s box of dubious treasures
love, fear, frustration

the Muse knows
how to court my attention
presents overwhelming potential
awaiting my delving

no longer able to remain
suspended
I slip into the realm of sleep
calm, reconciled
I awake to write