Almost Awake
In the border between
Almost awake
And almost asleep
Dreams come to me
Colors vivid
Inscrutable as a Dali painting
Often lost
In some unknown city
Riding a bus
Trying to get back
Searching for a landmark
That never comes
Asking directions
From faceless people
Sending me down dark hallways
Into strange houses
Through one door
Out another
Passing from one story to another
Evermore lost
The border collapses
I awake with a start
Still in my bed
Or sleeping
Trapped
Trying to find my way
Michael De Rosa
Michael De Rosa is a writer from Wallingford, PA,
recently retired as a professor (emeritus) of chemistry at Penn State
Brandywine. Interests are travel, photography, and birding. The writer has
published a short
non-fiction piece “Boiled in Blood” in Ariel Chart and a poem
"Ten Years Old Again" in Trouvaille Review.
"Asking directions
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