Ungleaned

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.

(beat)

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.