I have a dream

Last night I had dreams that woke me,
Like my alarm without the sleeper.
I cursed their bitter intrusion,
Sought to erase with strong tea and dry toast.
But their memories stuck in my throat,
Demanding another brew.

The day came and emptily dragged by my window;
It threw litter in my hedges,
Grew weeds in my bed
When I dozed.

Later I ignored the tapping on my door,
Blamed the strengthening wind
Whispering messages through my letterbox.

Pills tonight to batten hatches,
May make the pillow softer.

***

Last night I didn’t have a dream.

Yet the sun barely rose.