11 June 2023

By Philip Kuepper

It is four A.M. I awaken
to parallel images racing
through my mind: Shell and dolphin.
I sense the dolphin senses
the shell another dolphin,
images of such parallel shapes
they have become operative
thoughts racing my mind.
They race out of the state
of sleep into waking.
I had not been dreaming them.
They had been waiting
at the start line that is the seam
where sleep and waking attach.
The instant I awakened they shot forward.
They will likely race there through the course
of the day of my conscious,
images that will pace me
along the concrete river of reality.

(3 May 2023)