Floating Moments

To my dear subscribers, my apologies for the brevity of this week’s post. I am writing a lengthy piece, Fender Bender Poets, which will be released next week and will- hopefully- make up for shortness of this one! With love x

Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream? *

Stalked by an insomniac night, I flee into the greedy clutches of the sun-filled morning.

I’m held captive a while in the landscape of a poem that’s haunted me for years; where vision is unseeing and darkness carries brightness at its heart.

When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright are bright in dark directed.**

Unsure whether I’m awake or merely dreaming, I float through a rare April rainfall under a suddenly grey sky. The light, moments ago cut so flat and relentlessly bright, has diffused. For an instant I walk in a different world. Introspection offers itself up; an easy possibility.

Showers and more showers. We sit amidst the gentle rain and gaze at the buddha through the bougainvillea on Jackson Avenue. The water ripples and flows, the light strings flutter and the stacked surfboards tell their own story. The buddha smiles and the earth moves; the air writes a poem all around us.

The keyboard clacks, a plane roars muffled yet present. The dog snores and I work on being the person who stays and doesn’t leave. There is just softness, the strangeness of time and echoes of the passing day all around me.

*Edgar Allan Poe, A Dream Within a Dream
**William Shakespeare, Sonnet 43