An Aftersong: Continuity

A random, never-to-be-repeated event -
Once in a while -
In my dreams -
I can’t remember.

The light from the window
In the early afternoon -
Before the world begins
To enter my life.

Sleep and the desire for sleep
Intersperse phonetic resonances
With a delight
At not feeling a thing.

This makes me think about those few seconds between sleep and wakefulness or wakefulness and sleep when we are conscious of the subconscious. I'm also brought to thinking about those indescribable moments that wash over us (not sure if it happens to everyone...or anyone else for that matter) from time to time. I say indescribable because I always wish I could write something to capture it, but am unable. It's something likened to euphoria or a moment when everything seems to be lined up exactly as it should be...with absolutely nothing distracting or detracting from the fleeting moment of inner peace. Unfortunately, it doesn't last long and it can't be replicated not only "on demand", but replicated...period. Each time it happens, it is a unique experience. It's almost as if it is the antithesis of DejaVu.

Your title, however, seems to be pointing to something more tangible so I'm probably out in left field somewhere.

Mary

The wonder of life, Mary, is the most tangible thing for me. Here, I am responding to "those few seconds between sleep and wakefulness or wakefulness and sleep when we are conscious of the subconscious." I hear the song of the moment, but sing the aftersong, as each moment repairs to its own wisdom.

Peter

Peter:

Nice job of describing an indescribable moment.

Mary:

Great insight. Write that poem.

Joe

Thanks, Joe. I agree, Mary should write that poem.

Peter

Peter, I love this.

A good read Peter.

Les

Thanks, Sherry and Les.

Peter