Nogah

The toughest time 

Is always just after I wake up

There must be some place I go

Where things fit

Not when I’m dreaming

Because by then this world

Has already intruded again

And started to muddy the picture.

Before my dreams 

There’s a place

Where I get real rest

By the time I’m dreaming 

It’s receding

And when I wake 

It’s to the panic

Of a world in its confusion 

Where (almost) nothing makes sense.