Daydreamer

A thought, a dream, a fleeting glance,
A ditty keeping out of range,
Have occupied my mind, a trance,
A bubble floats, its shell in change.

A book, a sound, a friendly laugh,
A memory won't disappear,
An angel sings on my behalf,
Yet whispers of my life, my year.

A grunt, a push, a straightened back,
My body tries to gather in,
The cobwebs force another tack,
I close my eyes and settle in.

(c) 2005 by Jack Huber