Hello again! (A Reoccurring Dream)

What exists in the space between my last post and this? Very little, but I'd be remiss not to acknowledge the betweenness that is birthed in Schrodinger's map of the universe, and in the accountability I have yet to accept until now. As Newton's Law of Inertia outlines, unless interacted with by an unbalanced force, an object at rest stays in rest. Therefore, when there is absence, it is easy to become accustomed to it; to wallow in the waiting and bask in hollow motives. It’s no excuse, no permission—heck, it’s barely even a reason—but it’s something. It's some unbalanced force slinging me into the week to come. Five days, five posts, and finishing with the next addition of the travel blog. That’s my guarantee, and although you have no reason to believe this one over the last, I hope that the law of inertia will bind me to my laurels this time around. Here is a poem that doesn’t stray from my typical style. I hope it acts as the first ball in Newton’s cradle.

A Reoccurring Dream

Cold turkey, blue cheese, butter-baked greens,

It's a self-sabotage, a dark brigade into a dream,

Where subliminal drafts are dragons, breathing wind into my face,

And wires are winding vines that bind my body parts in place.

The cold isn't quite concluded here,

It tempers in a blinded sight,

It stretches a sunset across the old pier,

And places a past on the tide.

I awake in a wave, a shake, and a twitch,

Pins static hands and pierce pupils,

Yet mine remain wide as saliva seals lips,

And boils my left brain to pool noodles.

Then I am a little child again,

Tucking my limbs to covers,

Then I dream of Fair Isle Wrens,

And flick my roaches to the gutter,

Then I stretch and sort and spend,

To cease the songbird's sores,

Then stifle my head with the sheets,

And still my aching jaw.

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I will try to post a recording of this poem read aloud alongside tomorrow's blog as I believe it provides a healthy soil to this cutting. Thank you for sticking around and giving me the time to create. See you tomorrow.