For a moment, while dreaming
I sat up: I was sitting up as I
dreamed what I was doing.
When asked what I was doing,
I knew enough to know I was
dreaming and doing at once.
And I laughed, I remember now,
at the absurdity, then fell back
into the pillow and the dream
without ever waking.
Rivers, at convergence,
often hold their integrity
flowing together without
merging for miles and miles.
Where am I in any of this?
The rivers, the bed, the laughter?
(June 18, 2023)
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