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Radio music buzzes,
I kick down blankets, sit up.
Chores fill the dreams I let go,
and the mess in the room intrudes.
I pull my knees to my chest and lean back; the buzz retreats.
My body static accompanies Shostakovich.
I sit more solidly into a new day,
plastic as dreams, meaningless as time,
invisible as radio waves.
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Jonathan Dregni is a poet and gardener, raising a family midway
between the soon-to-be-domed cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul,
Minnesota. He has traveled the world, returning home more slowly
each time until a decade ago when he settled down and started
writing. He gets inspiration for his poems from winter sun, and
gets ideas for science fiction from studies of entomology,
economics, and the weird things people tell him. |