Not much of a holiday-themed poem, but after two nights of not sleeping well because of so much on the mind…and absolutely nutty dreams when I do sleep…this is what’s in my head. I don’t totally know what it means…so…make of it as you will.
it all feels too close
mummified in blankets
jolting from dark dreams
panicked and sweaty
kicking wriggling gasping
to break free
the deep inhale
a deflation…a cooling…
reality being it was a dream
and you laugh a little
peeling limbs from sheets
and get on with your day
the sleep returns though
you know it will
and memory flits in shadows
of what they were the night before
eyes close in dimming light
and we gamble our dreams
a tilting of air 