Dream
by Cameron Miller
by Cameron Miller
Halfway in
halfway out
squeezed in the middle
by a dream-catcher.Lowered here by sleep
into this floppy dimension
chairs are wobbly and misshapen,
people wear wrong faces, all of it
oddly pleasurable in the way of a sneeze.
Here in this twixt-and-between,
walls not always hardened
skies not always up
Earth not always down
I wander.
Once, stuck like this,
I heard the voice of God
tell me, “Go.”
I went.
Now I hear nothing
in this warp
where time and sleep and
wakefulness meet.
Must be you went – as in following the “Go” command. maybe you wonder to where did I go?
Haha, always!
Nicely put. Keep our ears on!
Thanks G! Let’s all stick together through this and keep the faith.
I love the picture of Hupao dreaming and your poem. Thank you.
Diana “You can make it up the stairs, Mama.”
Who knew Hupao even dreamt? Thanks princess!