In the seconds between deep sleep
And slippery conciousness
Sometimes I feel like a galactic receiver.
This morning, out of nowhere,
Clicked a thought pattern
Clear as crystal:
'Rationalise – theorize – extemporize – philosophize.'
And I pushed back: 'But I am an animal!
Physical - emotional - amoral - temporal.
I rose from my pillow, toddled to the bathroom
And splashed my face with cold water,
A little vexed with such pointed intrusion.
Pressing into the soft towel I had to smile:
I didn't know whether to pound my fists
On the hard earth
Or lift my fingers to the sky!
But I do wonder
Whether anybody else
Has such strange experiences.