When You Lose

Immersed in a dream
atop ice mountain gleam,
blue universe round, wound without seams.
Steady spinning ‘til it stops.
Sound the alarm! Bubble popped.

Upon waking: earth quaking, head aching.
Shattered mirror like a thousand eyes and minds,
temples throbbing, mouth bitter.
Drove for miles, through the haze
Consequences to be paid.

Miles in least known direction
to discover new connections
or potentially salvation,
wanting reclaimed elation.
Antenna went buzz, then mute;
the station evasive in staunch refute.

In this zone, I zone out.
Engine whirring then cut out –
and the scene is a mess, of grass and distress.
Vomit out the window; I coughed up my best.

Wind blowing blades like they’re waves
and green looking blue all around.
Am I drowned?

Where else is there to go
but back to the street?
Turn the key and she
revs up faithfully.

Navigate through the maze.
Birds rejoice the new day.
I cannot celebrate, but I see
that anywhere I am
is where I’m supposed to be…