Last night as I fell asleep
I asked the moon–
like a child begging
for a bedtime story–
to tell me a marvelous dream.
I asked for a big cat,
like a lion or a cheetah.
An oak tree, or any tall tree.
A stone of power.
And Lake Victoria.
Suddenly an owl appeared,
so I said, You come too.
I didn’t ask for much.
What I got was a job
as an Administrative Secretary
at a desk in the lobby
of a grand publishing company.
Papers and messages
lay strewn about,
and I knew nothing
about dealing with them.
I sat for a while,
shoved papers around
like Sisyphus pushing that rock.
Tried to plug in the lamps
to get a little more light.
Looked as busy as I could.
When I awoke,
I was snuggled up
with a child
now comforted and warm
after a nosebleed and winter chill.
Some nights I wake up
in a panic, worried
that they will freeze in the night.
Drifting off again, I found myself
in someone’s cottage,
the same child a dream child,
next to me in bed.
I looked outside to see the moon
and a giant shadow passed
across the yard toward
the back door.
My legs were dream-leaden.
I could not rise to rescue
the other child asleep
alone in his dream-room.
Did this go on for hours?
When dawn came,
I awoke between the two,
the flesh-and-blood boys,
the dream child now
forever unrescued.
Next time I ask for a dream,
perhaps I’ll call for a restless job
and a relentless shadow,
and wish secretly
for a leopard in a tree.
Prompt for Tuesday
I was planning to do a found poem for tomorrow, trying to figure out how to come up with five or six totally random phrases to weave into a poem, but this evening before supper, Joss started singing, “Once I was a snake. Once I was a weasel.” I have also been wanting to trying creating something with a mythic tone. So. Found poem. Myth poem. Join me? I am sure Joss wouldn’t mind sharing his song with you, too. Or find your own. Listen to someone speaking tomorrow morning and pull a couple phrases at random.
Gratitude List:
1. Windshield wiper fluid
2. Sentinel hawks along the highway
3. My dental hygienist, who cares so well for my teeth
4. The prayers and blessings that children give
5. Ellis, who cut a piece of red paper into the shape of a Y: “This is a Y, for you, because you are so important to me.”

Other and Other Waters
I dreamed that I dove
deep into a river
three times
and on the third dive went so deep
that I got stuck under the muck and sticks
on the bottom.
I dreamed that I pushed
myself backwards
trying to get out
and woke up holding my last breath
in my hand like a gemstone, taking it
again and again.
I dreamed that when I dreamed
deep into a river
three times
that it did not matter if I followed
my breath, it did not matter
if I believed.
Faith comes like waking from sleep
and remembering
small details
that do not really tell you which way
to immerse or emerge, only that the world
will hold you.
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That was quick! Makes me think I want to try creating that sort of word muddle by seeking web pages with other alphabets, doing a web translation and then choosing random words that work. This is beautiful. It’s dream-like and myth-like. “Holding my last breath / in my hand like a gem-stone” Magic.
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