Ordinary Dreams

They may be the effect of stuttered sleep.
Deleting cannabis could be a cause.
But I am dreaming nightly, and I keep
the memory of many scenes. I pause
in rise to consciousness, from nothing deep –
I surface from a shallow pool. No claws
or specters threaten – the vignettes are brief
and ordinary, absent fear or grief.

(Ottava Rima)

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