Do you remember sitting on the edge of the bed,
before the covers of night were shaken off
and dreams still clung to your sleeping skin.
Staring down at your feet
seeing a handful of wild horses
running along the sand of the Outer Banks?
You rub against reality like a sleepwalker
touching walls in the middle of the dark;
The room, holding its breath.
Slowly, you bring the mind back to the body,
Like an empty box sitting on the doorstep;
Still not knowing your name.
Waiting for the world to return
and fill you up from the outside
with a book and a fresh cup of coffee.
Glenn Garamella is retired and live with his wife Ann in Huntington LI. He is a lifelong meditator and student of Eastern religion and spirituality, has been writing poetry all his life and only recently has started publishing and doing open readings.