=Reader=

You stumble into this dream
hoping perhaps to find
some yummy breakfast piece
or something about me.
But what you get instead
is me trying to catch
you the reader reading
unexpectedly.
Sometimes you are ensnared
by a net of words just waiting.
Most often just a phrase
dangles like a worm squirming.
Your attention of a fish
wavers when there is nothing.
So you leave and perhaps tomorrow,
or other hooks are more inviting.
No matter.
Have you read
The Old Man and the Sea?
Return to the sea,
Reader lured in by whose empty
promises of things.
Raise a gentle swell
in your wake of passing,
Rocking me to sleep
in my floating cradle of
life, what is but a dream.
Some dreams which do not
return, come back to me in
life, more strongly in reality
which they so cherish.
Others, let them keep
sailing far beyond
my wingless little boat,
flying high above
clouds of obscurity.
So let me sleep
and do not wake me
until the edge
of my world is coming.