An Unexpected Guest

in the margin between
awake and asleep
autumn leaves suspend, horizontal
in the air above my bed
the odor of wet dirt

asleep or awake
dead spirits waltz
embraced to your kind tenor
an elbow against my rib

between awake and asleep
blanketed limbs hollow, levitate
above outstretched hands
my child eyes blink

in the margin
awake or asleep (1)Written in 2008.