Waking/dreaming

the red brick house
was so quiet, her abdominal breathing
was heard next door


without cause to worry,
she still felt plagued
by not having
her privacy restored

attempting to blur the power lines
of demarcation, she woke
at four a.m., fully rested

the colors of her dreamscapes
were blanketed in ice blue and beige--
with dabs of blood orange

a trip was planned to the high sierras-
everyone in the house
was scrambling to get ready

the conflicting weather reports
created a challenge
 in deciding what clothing to bring

also there were food choices
to  be made from the pantry--
that had her mind reel out of control

kjl '19