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
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