Tuesday 2am

Nonlinear Navigations: Poetry and Prose

I reach for you
with cautious confidence-
the way I stretch a hand out in the dark
toward my bedside table, knowing
it’s there, but not precisely where. And yet, when I startle
myself awake, you, unlike my glass of water,
have wandered off- no doubt in pursuit (or avoidance?)
of your own dreamscape
and I am left unquenched in the still-dark hours
of the morning.

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