h1

Still adrift

April 24, 2012

Some mornings, the tentacles of whatever story held me under the surface of sleep keeps its stranglehold on my brain even after I’ve emerged from bed. The dream stays salty in my mouth, changing the taste of toast, eggs, coffee. Even while walking to the bus, it is as if I am treading water, my legs at risk of tangling in seaweed and kelp. It might be noon, those days, before I am once again grounded, before I finally have both feet on this world’s shore.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: