Dream Sequence

Follow me to the place
where I dream myself to sleep
and wake facing a waning moon
that fades in, then out.

There is the wind hearing the promise
of ice and rain when I open my eyes
in the clearing to electronic vision.

There, the green snake dipping into view
at eye level, opening its mouth wide
with the warning hiss
of a cat.

So sure that I see
while my lids are still shut
within some r.e.m. phase, sight
and sound, and a signpost
up ahead.

So there is some truth to this
to be found somewhere, unconcernedly
conveyed in a moment of twilight,
that half-stilled infinity
passing between waking
and this morning.