Dream #10

Trippin off the true lies I’m always running from I slid as slow as sizrup until I stopped in front of the canal.

I was trapped by the very things created to set me free. Hating the headaches. Rationing out the regrets.

Water slapped the sides of the brick bridge, where green moss floated patiently awaiting an opportunity to drift down stream.

I stuck my toe inside catching a chill from the cool calm water. The chill seized my body and everything was alright in the world.

Laying back on the grass with my hands clasped around the nape of my neck I was able to let go of the intangible.

Wind whirled around me stirring up the grass and memories in my mind. I could smell the approaching rain and prepared myself for the mental cleansing showers seem to provide.

I laughed at Mother Nature and her strange acknowledgments of my sentiments and yelled at the clouds, “don’t stop get it, get it.”


Dream #9

Dream #9

I can hear you.

Know that if you get louder I’ll ignore you.

I was almost asleep.

Drifting between being awake and being lost in thought-like-dreams.

I couldn’t wake up and recover or quite establish where I was while I was dreaming

But I could hear you.

Your whisper is as loud as your yell and it hisses with the wind.

I opened my eyes and saw Saul. The cold couldn’t keep me away.


You were nowhere to be found,

but Saul stood in the snow too hot to be cool.

A statue of eagerness.

The wind rustled with leaves while Saul watched an old lady shovel her snow.

It was as if he was waiting for her to finish.

I couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t ask if she needed help.

However, I wasn’t in a hurry to help either. I was shivering.

I looked down to find myself not adequately covered for the cold.

I ran over to take shelter under the awning of a bus stop.

I longed to see something amazing and there it was,

right before my eyes a white summer.

Snow covered what was once the passionate heat of the season,

but the cold couldn’t keep me away.


I felt a sphere soar past my head barely missing my hair.

It was quickly followed by a choir of laughter by a bunch of little boys.

The soccer ball sailed out into the street.

Saul ran out to kick it back at them.

None of them noticed me.

The boys ran past, too young to care.

Surrounded and still alone, I was just another soul in the snow.

The old lady finished as the bus approached.

I checked my pockets. Three dollars and six dimes.

The door opened and the driver acknowledged me with a nod.

I handed him all the money. He gave me back a dollar and a dime.