Dawning Creations

” In all things of nature, there is something of the marvelous.”- Aristotle

Opening my eyes against reason,
I felt a twinge of pain.
That knot in my neck still won’t ease up.

At Two A.M., I awoke to banging on my door.
Something was howling along with it.
I knew not to give it power.
I stayed quiet.

Instead of engaging, I roll over.
I roughly shove a pillow over my ears,
and begin imagining I’m someplace calm,
anyplace else.

I close my eyes.
I’m in an upturned tree.
It’s roots make up my ceiling,
form my walls and windows.
There’s a dirt floor with a soft patch of moss,
covered with a light, moth-eaten blanket.

I crawl over and lay on the soft moss.
The smell sneaks into my nose.
It’s scent is like a beet,
sweet and earthly.

I pull the ratty blanket over me
and roll over.
The rain outside my little haven begins.
The kind rhythmic pitter patter of rain
accompany the rich soil scent.

I close my eyes
and let my head lay back onto the moss.
I let all the tranquility of this scene overtake me.

At last, sleep will grace me.