Mornings Alone in the Bungalow

Nowadays, my dreams
are mostly about
conversations.

In the early morning
my night dreams and day dreams
join. There is a bolt of breakfast at 3 am

and hours of fantasy, laughable,
lamentable, perverse, away in a distant mental place
where most of my verbal landscape is.

Then I get up, take a walk,
look for health, try to wake in the cold
conscious country.