SAND CYCLES    (5-11-2000, Galveston Island, Texas)

lying down to sleep
as old day slips away
funneled through
the upturned hourglass
of my surrendered mind

until the alarm clock
signals me
with soft music
turned down low
leading me gently
up and out
of sleeps receding hole
away from all my
now lapsed
dreamland wanderings

spontaneous journeys
gone
strange mysteries
soon forgotten
slipped away like sand
sunk back into that darker world
of deep subconscious
gravity
as i awaken peacefully
into whatever
this new days
so called reality
might possibly
become

until i return here
later tonight
to surrender once again
to yet another
long days end
to sift away
once more like sand
funneled through
the upturned hourglass
of my surrendered
mind
receptively back into
all my dreamland
wanderings
wherein
i ll continue
to adventurously wander
and joyfully
wonder
on