Somnambulant Questioned

Somnambulant Questioned

While I, the night before determined
not to rise before the sun, wake instead before
the moon sets to read your words. Or do I?

Does light from a screen exist, are motions
of zoom and focus by a somnambulant
real if not documented, captured?

Must I wait until I truly rise to learn
your words do remain, that the moon
kissed the horizon before my eyes?

Or will I wake to find nothing has changed
as I break the skin to peel back in segments
what was only a dream all along?

This poem was inspired by “somnambulant,” by grapeling.

Images: super moon, 5:00am CST, 07 May 2020
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