This poem first appeared in Glint Literary Journal, Issue 13, Winter 2022. I wake early each morning to make coffee and then, while my mind is still in a dreamlike state, I write for at least 15 minutes which typically turns into an hour or more. I call these…

Basho said “In the end we all live, do we not, in a phantom dwelling . . .” This line got me to thinking about how delicious the feeling is when we lose ourselves in thought as if we are for a moment dwelling in a body not our own but one accessible to us.