Sleepwalking

I thought I'd been dreaming
on this dark starless night
with the moon on the wane.
But they said it was no dream,
while asleep I'd been walking
sleepwalking
disoriented
sleepwalking
somewhere
some time
perhaps
sleepwalking into my to be lived future
living but not living the dream
passing the statues
of my past times
standing in line.
Me
as a child
growing up
growing older
and older.
Each one an effigy of a time
my time
my past time.
Now,
awake or asleep
I'm disoriented
sleepwalking into uncertainty
as the full moon approaches.