Monday Morning

I am awake, yet not awake.
I’m sort of in between.
Drowsy, cosy, still in bed
Dream glimpses to be seen
With inner vision.
Outwardly, the rain is pouring down,
And radiator mutterings like babbling brooks that drown
My impulse to get up and start
This Monday morning blue.
That’s why I lie back down in bed
For another minute, or two.

12-12-1983