What to do next
I don’t know
Who to trust
Flying this plane
Of not knowing
Of rain drizzles
What comes next
Is this the end
Or am I
No way I could capture this dream in prose. The sad overflow of a toss-and-turn night? No apologies. Glad to be awake and alive.
Maybe a weather front ambushed me. Or too much happiness yesterday. Whatever. The up-and-downness of recovery took a little dip. Trying to find my balance.
In my bizarre dream the little plane lurched out of the clouds without warning and landed on a beach in Florida. Sunny sky, gorgeous water rolling in, crowds of ice and snow refugees arriving, basking in the sun in the middle of winter. All a bit surreal.
Happy New Year, Day 2!
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 2 January 2017
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