Wesley Biddy

Half-Confession

I know that nothing is quite what it seems. 
We don’t see clearly just because we wake. 
But I have lived my life between my dreams.

The truths not proven by our enthymemes
Are legion — some translucent, some opaque
(I know that nothing is quite what it seems).

The sun’s a know-it-all; it slings its beams
Around, exposing all of my mistakes.
But I have lived my life between my dreams.

The light’s an accusation: when it gleams
It sneers. But I say this for all our sakes:
I know that nothing is quite what it seems.

Still, dawn hurls out its ultraviolet streams
Of blame, and I must grant the points it makes
Since I have lived my life between my dreams. 

I wish that it were true that sleep redeems.
I’m handcuffed to each memory I make.
I know that nothing is quite what it seems.
But I must live my life between my dreams. 

Wesley Biddy briefly studied poetry at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop before beginning graduate work in religious studies, in which he holds a PhD from Marquette University. His poems have appeared in The Pedestal and The Comstock Review.