Written for: Poetics Aside PAD November 2020 Challenge - Day 3
"Two-for-Tuesday - Write a dream and/or nightmare poem."
Mom says I fight in my sleep
Maybe I could not fight awake.
Evenings I remember waking with teeth
stuck together, jaws clenched. They ached.
Kept moving my fists without heed
to Mom's whispered words or gentle shaking.
Youth returns at Montauk beach,
happy in sunlight o'er rippling waves.
Yesterdays cabin, out of reach.
So much laughter, made up question games
of which there were no right answers for each
funny scenario. All this I keep, I save.