The odd coincidence that last week’s prompt was a dream poem and I had a crazy dream experience over the weekend.
I couldn’t figure out where to begin until my dream knocked me around a bit.
That almost sounds profound. It isn’t. If life had the decency to hit you over the head with exactly the thing you need right as you discovered you need it, I wouldn’t be awake at 2am. Life would have already hit me with sleep and sweet dreams.
Better yet, if life were always right on time, I would have had that dream on Wednesday night, before the poetry prompt.
Anyway … I have to edit my dream poem.