Sitka, Alaska

eyelids heavy
with memory of distant dreamlands,
mindscapes,
blurred edges
of night
spilling into dawn,
where tomorrow's
not yet,
and yesterday -
no more,
present
unwrapped,
unfurled,
unspoiled by thought,
perfection
suspended between two worlds,
in an instant
between dream
and conscious thought,
I am
and I am not.