Dreams:

Of rushing–

headlong –

down flight after flight

of white, right-angled

staircases,

in hope of catching

& meeting

that bright elevator

when it completes

its descent;

Of accepting

the usher’s white rose

& following through

the auditorium’s dark,

near-empty aisles

to a seat farthest back

as the lecturer speaks

of death;

Of wading

in shoals of translucent

blue water,

waves lapping, pooling,

as I balance–

barefoot –

on the world’s knobbed,

ancient spine

while a dolphin swims

just out of reach.

Dreams

& dreams

& dreams.

Forming,

flowing one into

another.

Half-remembered.

Scattered.

Tattered.

Incomplete.

Dreams interrupted

& rest-less

sleep.

— C.Birde, 12/20