After Sleep

Coming slowly awake,
I carry over sensations of dreams I don’t remember;
loss and a sense of fear,
even depression.

Dreams come and go. I can’t control them,
so I don’t try.
Some, I confess, I enjoy,
but these are rare.

So, what is the point of worry?

My mind reviews
the playbill, selects the films,
sets 3-D projectors to rolling,
and off I go
directly to cinema land.

No money required for a ticket,
no waiting line,
no reason to get there early.
I take my time,
relax, and let myself go.

Odds are I won’t even remember.