threshold

The world is wonderful and good
and I never forget that. Just

sometimes I find I've stopped
noticing. Sometimes for a longish
while. I only notice how long
it's been

when I'm conscious again, as if
suddenly awoke from disheartening

and very real dream. Dream logic
obtains, in those situations. Dream
logic explains without saying so:

we know that what's happening
is ordinary; expected. We even
know the rules: we know how

things go. By strange ulterior
mechanism, the dream keeps us

fooled. We need the sleep; it
knows. What's best for us, and so

it does something to suspension
of disbelief. Then on a day

like any other, in the middle
of doing the most ridiculous thing,

we wake up wearing the same clothes
and notice all of it. How wonderful
and good it is, we note! How absurd

to have forgotten? How droll, that
dolorous and stuporific existence

suddenly was.

Must remember to notice,

next time we slip
across