Now is later

Still working on the puzzle.  Last night I dreamed about hopeful things, a rather odd assortment of hopeful things.  I know they fit in the puzzle, somehow.  Some of them seem to touch on being edge pieces.  I figure I'll find out eventually.

I wake up and remember pieces

I placed aside::

Not quite sky

Not quite ground

Not quite edge

Except maybe

One of those barely edge pieces

That only touches

The area outside the puzzle.

I dreamed

Whole conversations

Woke up and saw things

I left out,

Put aside for later.

Apparently now

Is later.

I pour another cup of coffee

A warmer for my daughter

In the other room.

Now is later.