Mind
A thousand years ago or more
or perhaps last year
or a mere four decades ago
mind arose from its hibernation
and it knew it was awake.
There have been times
when sleep came yet again
(about 10 times a day).
Mind now sees itself
as a giant cooling sun.
It tells itself stories
then makes them come true
Tomorrow it may shrink
to be a baby mouse in a matchbox;
there will be cotton bedding
for its sleepy twitchy head
while it dreams
of awakening once more
to be the master of its universe.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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