Poem: Waking from A Dream

Waking from a Dream.

The angles are all wrong.
Things don’t work right.
You are unsure what is real and what is not,
and as bad as you want to shake it off,
it takes time.

About this poem

I do this often – waking from a dream and for a time as reality and dreamland trade places, I am sluggish, not doing either well.

The same thing happens in our life, I believe, when we are presented with trauma, or change that happens too fast. It just takes time. Sometimes, a lot of time.


PS: The picture is from an art installation at OLeana, the Fredrick Church household in New York.

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