Life Is But A Dream


Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.
Nothing is as it seems.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.

There has been a surreal quality to the day...as if the morning seems very far away. It began with the sky a sea of rolling grey waves, the growling voice of thunder muffled beneath the clouds. Now, in the late afternoon, as I raise the window shades in our kitchen, the light surprises me, and I wonder where I have been. I don't mean that I can't remember where I have actually been, because I do. I know that I have been at home. I've observed my fingers as they tap along the keys on my laptop, and I've watched my hands quickly folding laundry, piling it in stacks to put away. I've seen my mouth moving as I speak, listening to my words as if they are coming from a great distance. Sometimes in the middle of my life, I feel as if I'm in a dream, and then I awaken, but it is okay, and I'm safely inside the normalcy of daily living. I'm always grateful to return. It is his absence that pulls me back, as the hollow sound of the door gently closes behind him.


Comments

Wanda's Wings said…
((((((Angela))))))
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Eve said…
You---are so amazing! I love all of your photos and art that you put up here. And, everything is so poetic that you do. I can't wait to read your book someday soon:)
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Heather Jerdee said…
Beautiful writing Angela. I don't think of the normalcy of the day as safe I think that is a great thing to start thinking.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
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