I woke up one morning discombobulated by a bad dream, unaware that my wife had already left the bed and this thought came.
In the silence of wakening
I struggled to find a theme,
A rhythm, a melody
In the cacophony
Of my jumbled thoughts
The dream receding back
into the ocean of blessed slumber
Leaving me washed ashore
On an endless
stony beach
Alone beside a pillow
Where you were no more