Tag: dreams

Dilemma

I have a
chimera chained
in the basement.
It refuses to eat
until every living
soul on earth
is free.
I once dreamed
of being an
archaeologist
in Egypt
until I discovered
my disdain for
the heat.
Some things
defy completion,
even on sunny
Wednesdays.

Flight of Fancy

There was a swing at the park. Long, heavy chains, worn plank seat, a rutted gouge in the earth from a thousand dreams hastily halted by the call to dinner, and wrapped in October I would swing, fearless, the chain rattling and yielding as I willed myself higher and higher and I would have flown away if I could. The youthful sky begged me to come, to join the birds, I know it did. I saw its outstretched arms, the sun smiling encouragement at the apex of every heavenward thrust. But my wings never grew. That swing was as close as I’ve ever been.

No Map Required

For much
of adolescence
my destiny was
archaeology,
embracing a
certainty
that I would
traverse
undulating
blankets
of desert sand
reading
ancient scrolls,
reclaiming
lost pyramids,
and mummies,
and hordes
of gold
but now,
old . . . “er,”
I’m content
seeking
odd
little
stones
from creek beds,
treasure
redefined
by
time