Morning
that brief second
before thought arrives
breathing between worlds
suspended
not asleep
not awake
not asleep
not awake
just me,
before thought
before gravity
wrapped in white sheet clouds
still floating around me like
dream worlds
a thousand tiny fireflies
then the waking grabs me
then gravity catches
then the tiny tugs
of a thousand
balloon strings
tie me
back down to
earth
© 2016 Kat Shamash (July 24, 2016)
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