States of Mind

I'm in music. In swells of sound, washed away by rhythm, moved and restored. Brought back to the shore.

I'm in books. Lost between pages, found in other places, times and then returned. Led down the path to home.

I'm in sleep. In twisted sheets and blankets, pressing palms, cheeks, closed eyelids against the gray veil, the slip between sleep and wake. And then I am crossed over. The baby's crying.