I had a sweet dream,
where I got away somewhere,
with the sea and sand.
Somewhere hot and far,
secluded beaches in the sun,
and drink by the pool.
I woke with a fright,
back to my reality,
and the morning light.
It’s been very hard,
but greasy hard like cold lard,
that quickly thaws out.
The robin’s still sing,
their mating songs of this spring,
chirping on branches.
I’m finding my feet,
still getting my balance right,
but still doing it.
