A Sleeper

I walked so long

Asleep, in a nice

Dream that didn’t ask

Any unsettling questions

That it was most

unsettling this morning

When a cold splash of

TV hit my mind.

The murmur of

distracted voices mirrored

In the lips mouthing

Nothing  but

Strange fears,

Fears devoid of children’s laughter;

No wonder I got disoriented.

Between my own sleepwalking

And the noise of yesterday is

No place for Grace,

Or Emily.