Wakefulness

I live for the cracks of sunshine in my life
in-between meetings and paperwork
when I get to sip hot berry tea
and taste the sweet-sour redness
of the fruit.
Maybe I'm supposed to be in Egypt
writing about the dusty sunsets
there.
Or inhaling the harvest of lavender
in Nice.
Maybe I sometimes slip past
my electronic calendar
and live somewhere else,
some other time,
some other life.

I take it with me,
I hope.
The spirit of places
that haunt me,
dreams.

I will live it
I will live it
I will take it with me
when I wake.