The Submarine of Dream

We don't hear them

and never will

all the lisping voices

that emerge in waves

as soon as into sleep

we are submerged

the wonder, all about us

whispers in, like a tide,

of tangible shadows

breathed in, to surround us

with quick wrenches and

little heavy hammers,

asking this, and tweaking

that, in night vision googles

02.24.2024

Whispers in the Nighttime challenge @AJAY9979