A Year of Poems – Day 106

Too little has been written on waking up.
That first instant of confusion
as the world which was so real
fades away replaced by stark reality.

Reality which right away
or with a little help
becomes as vivid as bird song,
fresh as a new bar of soap,
as real as touch.

It is a bubble
floating in the Spring breeze
till a finger pops it
and we wake to reality
more vivid than this dream.

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