On Awakening


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.

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