A dream I had recently, or what I wish to have been a dream
Came this morning once again
A small haunting here and there is necessary to write
Perhaps a connection to another life, fingertips scraping
At something I never knew existed
A station wagon car ride on roads like castle moats
Separating here from there
I can see out of both sides, but I am driving
Silver rain playing tricks with the headlights, a slow dance
Of light and darkI can see it all, through my mind’s eye
A different time, a different me
But this car ride, as ethereal as it feels
It might just be my brain cleaning out, dusting corners and loft space
Perhaps confusing fantasy with memory
But it doesn’t matter if its without point, I relish this escape
To another land, another universe
Fenced into my head and scratching to get out
I would love to see what else my head has in store for me
Tucked into glass jars, lifting one scrap at a time
And reading slowly
Drifting out to sea on an open thought
© Miriam Edelmann 2021-04-03