nothing

the dark
shadows at my employ
came back to me empty-handed
i
stood before them
within the dome of dream
palms open
waiting

the physical
never fully materialized
and so
the temple walls trembled
as a mist
“how better might we
disappoint you,
master?”
i did not know then
where, or for what
i sent them
and so said
nothing

just stood
watching the mouthless shadows
think
my thoughts

waiting
for myself in wakeful cognizance
to return me to
morning stupor, and
sunny
forgetfulness

eyes open
the phone rings. i
reach for it and answer
“hello?”

“hey,”
it’s her, and she is
morning-tired as i am
she
begins our conversation
with
“I had strange dreams
last night”

i thought to share
but
the moment passed
and so stood
before the bathroom mirror
thinking,
but saying
nothing

© Emerys Watchel, 2017 All rights reserved.

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