Mulberries Of Morning Poem by Frederick Stadler

Dreaming slowly,
Waking boldly,
Around you are
The mulberries of morning.

Finding time for coffee,
Glancing around to see
People in the café:
All are swell and safe.

Talking, but not English,
Not a language you recognize.
Maybe in gibberish
Or somewhat synthesized.

Dwelling on details,
Believing in fairy tales,
The moon rises
High in the sky.

Yet you haven't finished your coffee...
Has the world gone backwards or fake?
You stare as people in the café
Disappear while you wake.