sleepless

sleepless in strange sheets, awakened from a dream, images still lingering of a small lake, me and my brother and then mother in a rowing boat, trees and plants under water, see that ancient tree trunk says my brother, wow under water, and I am in an alien hotel room, know I must sleep for tomorrow there is a meeting, open my eyes, see black screen looming over me, staring empty at me from the wall, see mirror with only shadows, hear heartbeat and distant traffic, stranger sleepless, who am I when I am here not there? now in the night, not then tomorrow, not even yet yesterday? sleepless stranger, soon it is morning and meeting