I am working early and posting from my unpreferred device. The app changed the keyboard. And I am at the older person sucky lemon face stage where I am thoroughly putout by change. Meanwhile, yesterday my husband spilled tea onto his keyboard. So he has borrowed the keyboard from my preferred device. But I am a kind wife and am not disturbing his sleep by fumbling in the dark to unplug that keyboard. But you get the picture of my up-scuttled (a favourite descriptive of a late, lamented friend) morning routine.
Meanwhile, dawn is creeping on. Poetry practice in the notebook with the light- pen (light sabre?) has happened and I am impatiently wanting to get to the second phase. And what turned up in the notebook was pretty weird, a fragment of a lucid dream state?
Fly in a Ship
Deliberately choose
a different state.
Walk down to Room 5,
(the galley?)
its laughter, conviviality,
the camaraderie within.
Walk away, going the other way
along the narrow corridor-
no gangway this-
to find another space
than that outlined
in the silvery 3-D of dawn.
Leave shoes at the door
before going within.
It’s a risk
going shoeless
over the portal
or through a porthole.
Who knows?
What bliss.
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