TankaTuesday

Tanka #5

I sat in a trance
moments of rumination
trumpets — in silence —
singing ‘life’s an illusion’
Oh wake up! The joke’s on me.

I crept through the room
shadows balancing themselves
while slumbers stitch dreams
maybe vacant and thoughtless
I woke her up nonetheless.

I stared in wonder
as the sky swallowed trees whole
starting at the roots
before working its way up.
The birds didn’t mind either.