You forget you are in an opaque night
And dreaming at a black core of night.
Your creatures are shrouded in a dark
Like bears that may yet descend a hill
When you are sleeping on a river bank
With sticks by side to shoo them away
If and as they descend upon sugarcane.
But at the end of stillness is sea’s hum.
A brine of vast possibility rises to moon
By aggregation of darkness in thought,
A point you are neither here nor there.
You forget if you are still alive in dream.
Momentary poems 