I'm half asleep or maybe half dreaming
A fragment, sometimes a little more
Of a remarkable poem hoves into view
But, before I can rouse myself
It disappears into a misty reverie
And the moment is lost
Only the poignant memory remains.
In that moment all things
Become possible or perhaps not quite so ridiculous
We swirl towards the black hole at the center of our universe
Enmeshed in ancient memories of
Bandy legs and coarser whiskers
About the fire, eyes moist and gleaming
While the little ones drool expectantly
And the rat fat sizzles in the fire
Wreaths of smoke spiral to the zenith
Low growls from a wolf-like companion
Help to congeal the clan and all things become possible
As another day dawns
