Jun 142017
 

I went back to visit my yesterdays,
but I couldn’t find me there.

I reached out my hand to an old
love of mine but all I got was air.

I looked for my childhood friends
But couldn’t find them anywhere.

Perhaps it was all a dream I had.
Perhaps I was never there.

 June 14, 2017
May 142007
 

This is the longest dream I can recall.
It’s the main feature. The shorter ones inside
this one are the extra features – you know, like
they had in theaters back in the old days.

I wonder if I’m in your dream or you in mine?
Or? We know less than a little about these things,
or next to nothing, or to be more scrupulous:
nothing—though we don’t come clean too often.

Did my children dream of me first or vice versa?
We learn so much from each other, you see …
that is, when we pay attention, which isn’t something
we spend enough time doing … in the big dream, anyway.

I am writing about this dream while I am in it.
It’s that kind of dream. Dreams imply an awake state,
or a higher thought-full place. That’s where things get
sticky … or tricky, depending on how you look at it.

 May 14, 2007
error: Content is protected !!