“A storm approaches.”
The navigator says.
“Steer into the wind,
Adjust your course.”
Lightening flashes,
Thunder thumps my chest.
Or is it my heart,
Beating, no pounding.
The bow rises,
Waves break.
So do the dishes.
I jump at the sound
And awake
I sit on my bed
In an ocean of sheets
2 comments:
I loved this before and I love it again today. Waking from a dream is often a rude awakening.
"Waves break. So do the dishes."
Is that like making lemonade out of life's lemons?
Love it, Terry!
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