Sunday, September 29, 2013

The Blessed Findings of Our Lab

author's note:

Another selection from my collection, Open All Night: poems of our dream life...

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In our work at the sleep lab
we came to realize
our ordinary subjects
were just as fantastic
as what they dreamt...

When we woke them
to learn of their dreams
they spoke with drowsy dizzy
confused fascination

of routine dangers
such as cracked axels
and broken anchor chains

of crucifixions--
such as surfing on a cross
down and up
oceanic mountains

of ghosts--of so many
silent shadowy stalkers.

Of course, their dreams often brought them shame
but just as often, our dreamers beamed proud
while telling how they'd endured
adverse environments--

though the scenario might be
as tedious and mundane
as sitting on a sofa stuffed with hostility
in a suffocating room.

Yes, our subjects traversed
some difficult roundabouts
but fortunately, on occasion
they would return
to an island where the sun surf washes up
to soothe the bruised heart--

a brief vacation but enough
to buoy us before we again embark.

At the sleep lab
such golden dreams
are not set apart
but duly noted
as with all the rest:
in figures and on graphs...

but sometimes
after work, over drinks
we'll unscientifically admit:
those brilliant moments are proof
of the blessedness hidden within
this adverse mundane life.

© 2013, Michael R. Patton
Open All Night: poems of our dream life

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