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All the failed moments of my life

Flutter like bats in a cave, swarming

To fly into the twilight, chasing mosquitos

Before they roost in memory.

 

I toss and turn in troubled sleep in a deep cave,

Each bat hanging over me in dreams,

Their wing-arms wrapped around me.

 

Dreams don’t seem to know about the bats.

Dawn light enters the cave. I wake to the songs

Of morning birds singing outside the cave.

 

I stand and walk into a world of trees

Glimmering in dawn light.  Bats don’t

Roost in trees. The leaves welcome me.

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