Waking up in Avalon
Somehow it seems sacriligious
To impose
A day's order on a day like this.
The space between sleeping night
and waking day stretches elastic
as if I occupy a hole in time.
Others pass by
and disappear,
but the mist lies magic below
promising a day of enchanted delights.
Today
or tomorrow
I shall wake up
in Avalon
Kim Helen James
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