My mind awakes, sea-washed by sleep and dream,
And lolls on glistening sand, as tide recedes.
I navigate the driftwood of my room,
And touch the homely buoys that mark the land.
Clock-radio, table, bed-post, sink and glass,
Where shower and commode provide their comforts.
Ideas drift in: check-lists, and random deeds,
Calls made, bills paid, and things to do
(I’ll make allowance for some pleasure, too).