Of all ironies, I woke in the Land of Nod.

Everyone agreed there—even about God.

So many yay-sayers, moving their heads

up and down. I thought I must be

dreaming. It was difficult to resist what
everyone knew to be true—how could

they be wrong? We walked in tandem

lines and spoke a common code, where

yes meant yes, and there was no use for

no. Perhaps we were all on drugs, of which
we were unaware, where anything perverse

was playful, however pomo that might

sound. Only for a moment was I

tempted to pick a fight, but no-one took

the bait, and only praised my initiative.
Well done! they said. You took a stand.

And stood with me, as if they would

applaud. It was almost disconcerting,

but not really. In the afternoons, sex was

freely had, and whatever else was understood
to be commonly required. We assessed the

sunset, ran a movie or two, and agreed life

was worthwhile. In the morning it went on

much as before—a little dreamy, a little dull,

there in the Land of Nod.
                                                   (Jan. 2020)