Saturday, May 24, 2014


Awoke at 3 this a.m. with a tickle in my throat, the remnants of a 2 week bout of bronchitis, all but banished.

I'd dreamt I was on a ferris wheel, half buried under ground, and as I woke, it conveyed me upward into consciousness.

There was more, of course - some deeper meaning - but as I lay on the couch, half ensconced in semiconsciousness, it slipped away.

Not unlike the hours, days and years preceding this one.

Life, after all, is but a dream.


Too wistful?

Fear not gentle readers, it's all good in the hood.

Just letting the words tease themselves out. Maybe hinting at some glittering bit of previously ungleaned meaning.

No comments:

Post a Comment