Twixt Sleeping and Waking by Stan Phillips It is that half moment Twixt sleeping and waking. That almost morning when, beyond the curtained window it is still dark, though no longer night, and the birds have yet to commence their serenade of the dawn. And it is cold out there in the new day that lies untouched, uncertain beyond the safe haven of slumber. Such a lonely time it is Twixt sleeping and waking. A moment when we are all children, afraid of the unknown that lies outside the cocoon of sleep. Where that safe haven of night's embrace holds us in its secure arms. Soft dreams melting into awareness. Floating into consciousness . New day dawning and bringing? Bringing? What? Small fears suddenly allayed by the touch of a hand upon mine. A drowsy smile from the next pillow. A gentle kiss that awakens me to that fresh morning.
And the cold is fine. The uncertainty acceptable. For the promise of new life is born afresh with that touch. That smile. That kiss. All is well with my world, for I do not face it alone, and that sustains me. It always will. Stan Phillips ©2020
Stan Phillips is an 80 year old poet, musical podcast maker, part-time wannabe male model, and occasional stand up comedian. “I used to be a psychotherapist/counsellor when I had an honest job. I was born into prewar London, and attended 17 schools (my father believed they couldn’t hit a moving target) and I eventually finished up here in Ireland. Still wondering what I will be when I grow up — but enjoying writing my quirky poetry as I do so.” Discover more about Stan on Mom’s Favorite Reads website: https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/stan-phillips - 37 -
