One Eyelid Open
©2018, Olan L. Smith
One eyelid opens, he thinks, "I'm awake now."
No diving back into that dream of a lecture
He's giving on physics and why he loves it. No slipping
Back to the realm of ideas people can't grasp, "You have
To be observant to be a theoretical physicist, grasp
The minutia, and hold on to it." The bell rings, and the
Curriculum guide is handed out as his students
Scurry off, without understanding his intent.
Come dreams, both eyes are open in the darkness. The
Clock reads three thirty-seven a.m. He rolls over in bed,
He closes his eyes, but he knows he will not go back to sleep.
In his latest sleep study he'd learned you're technically
Awake in this stage, even though your feel alert It's not
The realm of visions, of sheep lazily hopping over the
Fence. No, the dolphin has broken the surface tension of the
Sea and is doing acrobatic maneuvers. It is too late for
This night, so best to arise, turn on the news, open
The computer to the internet, fix breakfast, gather the
Medication into little compartments for the hours of the
Day, and read comments from family, friends and followers.
A.N. This is a block style prose poem divided into five stanza consisting of five lines each.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
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