Abduction

It must have been a dream –

none of it properly experienced,

none of it felt, thought, paced and rushed –

and I’m back where I was before sleep.

These writing hands didn’t once grab flesh;

palpitating heart didn’t race in love;

the smile I swear graced my retina

only mind’s eye enjoyed.

Thoughts breeding apace

lend me the notion of abduction:

woozy, returned,

I slink from place to place,

loose-headed,

founded on stress,

forebodings, unease.

It happened maybe to me
when I left the world to sleep.

Like the gentle loons

I check my body for the mark.