Every Drop Has Monsters

At last, we are awake!
Not who we thought we were,
Not you, not these. Between.

Mr. Wearing was us,
It turns out, all along.
Asleep in heaps of words,

Drowsing on our journal
Pages, dreaming, we were
Thinking we were the words

Or were you dreaming you
Were our words, when we were,
Are, and can be neither.

You sit at a window
Overlooking a lake
With us in mind, with us

Emerging, words in mind,
But we are not the words
And not alone the mind.

We’re the meanings you meant
Not to mean, the surprise,
The water sprung to life.