“Where is he Doc?”
“Somewhere between dreams and reality.”
I’m sure you’ve watched at least a movie or two where the main star struggles with issues of sanity. It’s a pretty common theme in mystery, sci-fi, and horror movies. And a lot of times the person wanders through weirdness feeling stuck somewhere between dreams and reality.
Waking up is sometimes like that
When I was a pre-teen, and even into my twenties, I woke up each day completely ready to be awake. And I could hardly wait to see what life had in store for me. Early on, it was all about school. And reading. I loved to read. Hundreds of books. On whatever was at the tip of my interest at the time. History. The great wooden sailing ships and early explorers. Mysteries. Football (yeah, I once had a dream of playing football.) Novels about the old West and mountaineers. Poetry.
And that last one, poetry, took hold. It kindled my imagination into an eternal flame. Well, as eternal as we can get in this space/time continuum. But the idea of putting words together with rhythm and rhyme seemed like the perfect way to immortalize thoughts. And somewhere around the 10th or 11th grade I started writing simple poems into my spiral notebook journals.
Before I knew it, schooldays turned into weeks. Weeks turned into years beyond school. And years morphed into the decades I can now peer back into with a combined old and new perspective.
That metaphorical dichotomy, somewhere between dreams and reality, is where I often find myself in early morning moments.
Like this morning. I woke up, looked at the hands of my watch, glowing in the dark, and thought it was 6:15. These days I don’t usually sleep till 6:15. So, I attempted to get my bearings and shuffle off to the kitchen to brew some coffee. When I got there, I discovered it was actually 5:14. Cool. I had just bought another hour of awake time, and all it cost me was a little forward motion.
After getting the coffee started, I sat at our dining table to relish my “in between” time. And I opened one of our laptops and began to type down some of those corresponding thoughts. They’re often the ones I enjoy most. Because, even if no one else enjoys them, or understands what I’m saying, it doesn’t matter. What matters is…I captured, in rhythm and rhyme, those subatomic, weightless, particles of everything and nothing that give me glimpses into the unimaginable creativity of God.
Here’s what I saw but didn’t see this morning…
Somewhere Between A Dream And Awake
The sleep is still there in my brain
As I walk through the house in the dark.
Ideas drive my head, like a train,
Subatomic inside of a quark.
Crescendo, andante, surreal
In a beckoning, billowing dream,
Come thoughts both abrupt and genteel,
All painted with vanishing cream.
I know they are there just for me,
And I must have a mental keepsake
Of the life I see but don’t see
Somewhere between a dream and awake.
© 2020 Tony Funderburk
Even though quarks haven’t been directly observed, they’ve been confirmed using theoretical predictions based on their existence. And I’ll call those subatomic examples of how life and Rhyme and Reason because God made you.
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Don’t forget to tip your RhymeTender on the way out.