Poem: Unfamiliar Spaces by Mark Tulin

Dreams,
smokey nights
in darkened rooms
with relatives
mixed with friends
and enemies.

Dreams,
anxious and
surreal, caught between
narrow walls, thick bars
and fences
with barking egos.

Dreams,
that move into
unfamiliar spaces,
steps with no stairs,
trying to climb up 
a slippery slope.

Dreams,
never seem to say
what they mean,
never finish
what they start, until
it’s too late,
the dreamer
wakes up

with a vague suspicion,
a piece of undigested
story,
a cryptic message,
a letter
with no intent.

©️mft