through eyelashes

that just won’t stay open

the sky is turning

bits of bright rosy gold

from what was

just moonlight shine

mere moments ago

I do not know

where I am and

why my feet are cold

but my chest it wet with sweat

I do not know who

I am or where

My mind has led me this time

yet sleepwalking means

there was at least sleep

and I can remember what

Pine needles feel like on my feet

and the look of someplace

comforting that I return to

and the door looks familiar

and the dogs remember me

while I see a face glad

to greet me

and this is the future

I never could have guessed

but I am filled with exuberant

joy

and welcome tomorrow