Not portage lake… could be. pretend.
Laziness in this morning’s waking
Early mind invasion muffled with
deep breathing, that saves the a.m.
Seeking a deeper layer of REMs
Calling dreams to attention
for a sub-conscious slip in.
Always looking for the lucid
symbols in disconnection.
Sorting what didn’t get sorted
on that lazy boat ride anchored
in Portage Lake with a gaggle
of chirp and fluffed up feathers
Letting the sun and the big drink
hold to the peace of the day in the float
Intersecting minds lay gentle
a breeze of tender connection
Remembering what matters and
what doesn’t in the mix of lettuce
and bright red tomatoes in the
lemon zest of slick oil salted
It didn’t matter that the slide back
into deep sleep held no dreaming.
Of the tell of fortunes on a lazy lake
held in the vast Stargate of heaven.
Planets align as they may to say
what they will if we’re listening
to the heart beat of our Milky Way
ever ready to share it’s mystery
Living the dream in the float
of the big drink, under the sky
scape being the Sun’s companion
letting life hold me just right
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 