I woke to the wonder of pale curtains
and half-shut blinds.
A reflected moon from the neighbouring
attic window glinting through the slats.
A hypnagogic slender Japanese towel
being dried by the mind-breeze
was unveiling its connection
to the metal step-ladders erect and bedside,
and for an eternal minute
something was about to be revealed.
“eternal minute”– I love that.
Good one mate
Written then and there before the half-sleep drifted off.