Morning Commute
I had to queue to wake up,
there were a lot of people
ahead of me.
Some carried their beds
on their shoulders
dreams wrapped tightly
between rocking shoulder blades.
Some are clearly sleeping now
they must have slipped through
at the end of a drowsy fantasy.
Eventually my body
shuffles into the world
but by then I had forgotten
what ‘the world’ means.
I had to pick up pieces of memory
from a life strewn around,
while somnambulating
upon an alien ground.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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