Lucid

How do I tell dream from reality,

to discern memory from ghosts.

The fog rolls in heavy.

These sleeps are vivid, sensations languid but lasting.

I couldn’t tell you what I had for breakfast but

I could draw you a map of the creek beds

The way the water curves and conceals

I can tell you these dreams are real

They have followed me since birth

They will follow me to death

I have never been able to discern

It makes time slippery

Confusing and smoky

But I know that house like the back of my hand

I know the woods where I hide

Have you ever gazed upon your own reflection

In a dream

Waking thoughts leaking in

Like through a crack in the mirror

Your reality cracking