Don't know what dream woke me
The clock face in darkness didn't lie
About the wee hours
I got out of bed
Lying awake makes sleep less likely
Sitting up, reading, walking about
Worrying about tiredness tomorrow
Thinking of you
Your warmth
And remembering
How much better
It was waking you
To make love in the wee hours
Knowing you indulged me
If only to get back to sleep
Quicker
Obviously a
Dream
Awoken by a beast.
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William Hay, winner of 3 Kenneth R. Wilson Writing Awards and Folio Award, Canadian Author Association member,author of Caesarean Section and Love Between the Sacred and Profane poetry books, and Psychiatry and Addiction, Personal Perspective book, magazine short story and prose columnist.
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- I began writing travel stories in grade 3. My mother was a journalist. I started publishing poetry and photography in high school. Dancing and acting followed with study in England with the world champion after bicycling across Europe. Medical school was also a time of canoeing and cross country skiing. Dad was a great outdoorsman. Country general practice was followed by northern fly in medicine. Completing a medicine fellowship and specializing in psychiatry, I did my California medical examinations before returning north to British Columbia where I began big game hunting, chicken farmed and sailed. Eventually, I solo sailed to Hawaii through winter storms. An island psychiatrist in Saipan, the weekly scuba diving was spectacular.Back in Canada, living on the sailboat,my Harley Davidson motorcycle became a whole new source of adventure. Raised Baptist, I taught sunday school for the United Church and eventually became Anglican a decade back. Bible study, Yogananda, Tai Chi, AA, celtic and native studies all added to that ecumenical Christian spirituality. Blessed by a loving family, beautiful partners, friends, pets and resilient house plants, life's a miracle.
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