Monday, December 01, 2008
The Dream Child
The Dream Child
It seems I lack it--
the ability
to stay within the tangible.
The way things look, taste,
occupy volume
in the reality of space.
Like a child
who cannot paint
inside the lines,
a fisherman
who always pulls his
baited hook in
a moment too soon.
Where was I
when the
instruction
was given out,
the way to bite the coin
to see if it is real,
or kiss the grape
and swallow down
its heady juice.
I was elsewhere,
it seems,
off among
the cloud chambers
of thought,
dreaming of glowing arbors,
fingering
imaginary coins,
listening for angels
passing overhead.
Dorothy Walters
November 20, 2008
(Image from http://www.flickr.com/photos/artezoe/2558260408/)
