Torn Fabric
I had a series of dreams last night.
In each I reached through torn fabric.
I wasn’t grabbing anything.
There was nothing to grab.
No sensation preceded or followed
to explain or give context,
just torn fabric rubbing my wrist,
curious fingers wiggling in the air.
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Dreams to ponder. meaning abounds in many directions.
Love: “There was nothing to grab.” and “torn fabric rubbing my wrist,/curious fingers wiggling in the air.”
Mike – I like how you take us from the abstract dream to the concrete images at the end. Your dream poems are so good!