Teetering

TEETERING

The alarm has rung too loud for too long

to consider even a brief return

to sleep. And if what we’ve made

of our days till now is a consequence

of being wide awake, kicking off

the covers is neither too enticing. 

But there’s roughly ten minutes

where sense is fluid as the water

beside the bed, and the dream 

doesn’t need to take the stand 

to defend itself. It’s this thin-

between that needs stretching

 

like a swim cap till it snaps over 

the world’s scalp, the rest of our hours.

What could we make of this place

if we believed in it enough to dive in?