A Wearisome Journey into Blurriness

I took a nap that was not a nap,
but a monsoon, my cataract-colored eyes
whimpering, no pattern to dreams,
reliving elementals, places I never wanted to visit
and throughout it all
torrents of river water fell over the cliff
into my classroom, my bedroom,
filling the kitchen with pieces of soaked straw,
The little puppy nestled in my beard
as if she knew I was in discomfort
and my wife made her best tasting fry bread ever.
Next door the big dog emptied his water bowl
and his companion began to howl
until I felt like I might be a stray
caught in the storm with no place to call my own.