In the seconds between deep sleep

And slippery conciousness

Sometimes I feel like a galactic receiver.

 

This morning, out of nowhere,

Clicked a thought pattern

Clear as crystal:

'Rationalise – theorize – extemporize – philosophize.'

And I pushed back: 'But I am an animal!

Physical - emotional - amoral -  temporal.

HA! Checkmate!'

 

I rose from my pillow, toddled to the bathroom

And splashed my face with cold water,

A little vexed with such pointed intrusion.

Pressing into the soft towel I had to smile:

I didn't know whether to pound my fists

On the hard earth

Or lift my fingers to the sky!

 

But I do wonder

Whether anybody else

Has such strange experiences.