Psyche

 

I’ve not had great dreams lately

I yelled at a student

I couldn’t find my way

I argued with my mother

 

Even getting some of my own way

Did not help then, while yet asleep

Not now, when awake

 

Dreams work out the subconscious into

Conscious, first for sleep

And now when we’re awake

There is nothing to do

I have no students now

My mother has been gone for years

So what’s a conscious mind to do?

Be more aware, maybe

 

Readier to withhold a broken branch

And find a whole one to step out on

Spying out the cracks

By the light of day

 

In a plan or in a consequence

In something about which I’ve been thinking

Or letting stew

Like porridge in a story

Within me

 

Maybe not so fast

Or when it’s fast, have something more

To use, awareness

Or withholding

Shut up and listen for a while

Having paid attention to the dream

 

There is association, there

I might miss the whole

Shadowed itself in front of me

With a grayed companion behind

At least I might have cleared the fog, somewhat

Breathing more clearly

 

In a new and waked-up (I’ll

not say woke for the fashion)

Day

 

C L Couch