There’s a mirror on my dresser.
The kind that folds.
as I sit on sleep’s edge,
I cast a covert glance
to a conscience that looks back at me.
On any night,
I might see
what age and regret have done.
Or, there may be the saving grace
of a wistful smile.
Remembrance of a fleeting love.
Dream birds of the night before
come to roost.
To set sleep’s mood.
Visions, often, of perilous depths.
Miles of mist,
bottomed by devilish waters calling.
A plummet, appalling and unredeemed.
A waking with hammering heart.
And next, divided by night or chapter,
a buoyant flight, away and up,
above the rolling green.
So simple. So natural.
With one who has been, too.
We hover over clover,
and, in my stupid innocence,
Are my feet off the ground?
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.