Day 28 #NaPoWriMo2012

Not sure if I managed to create a sense of space, per NaPoWriMo’s suggestion, but that’s all right. Haven’t you had that sense, in waking up that you’re not sure if you’ve opened your eyes yet?

38.

At night, if I wake,
the room is black
the walls fall away.
For a moment
I cannot tell
if I have opened my eyes
or if I sleep still.
Towards my feet
a cat snuffles
and from the window
a bird sings to
the moon’s sinking sliver
a short song
and then returns
to his own dream.
The night is so large
the darkness expanding
and wrapping around
each nearby house:
how will we find our way
back to daylight
except through dreams.

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