Four Dreams Ago

Four dreams ago

I was falling head-first into a stream of knowledge

 

When I woke, I wished I hadn’t

And I wished well enough, the wish was granted

 

I remember the drift, in and out of sleep

In and out of laughter

 

Jumping from vision to stranger vision

All had holes and were wavy like water

I almost but never completely lost my balance

 

(The volunteer director-of-photography

Did drop the camera once in his stumblings

But all the footage is still in tact)

 

“Careful! I need those”, I said about my eyes

But I need them for reasons you would never expect

 

See this with me:

 

My heart pumps better blood

When I am trapped in better floods

And friend,

I know very well how to spill a pool when I am in one.

Do you like to swim? Are you an expert?

Do you like to spin? I’m on my toes

 

I need my eyes because the way the trees look taller 

when I have to sit down and catch my breath.

Because the way seeing that very same breath in a winter air

Does so well to remind me:

How fast things can disappear!

 

I need my eyes to see, when precious things evaporate

The things that spill into their place.

I remember you by your colors

But I wish I remembered you by your shapes

Flower Face

Shed a petal

And you blush

Extend a stem

Return a touch

 

You can’t see the roots

But they matter

The original reason

Among many

That your colors flatter so

 

In the periphery

A half-lit family of perrenials

Worships a novelty moon

And in the time between rains

Prefers silence

Where others want music

 

How far can you stretch your leaves

Before a neighbor

(Who can’t)

Wants to leave?