UNCLE'S VISIT

It isn't always clear when looking into a mirror
in the morning
just who is looking back.
It often isn't the person who slept
in my bed last night.

The dreams must have been some
sort of catalyst
that opened new spaces
and changed the clay of my mind.
I was reshaped
and had no active hand at doing it.

It is like a visit from a favorite uncle
who always arrives with gifts
for the children
and then disappears to God knows where
until he chooses to show up again.
The adults always smile when he is mentioned
but they just aren't sure
what to make of him.

Jim Morgan--August 17, 2012