Dreamer

I see

A small boy chasing kites

Lost in a clear blue sky.

And I am told

That’s my problem.

I see

Cotton clouds over twisting rivers

Difficult diversions to

Illusions of fields scattered

with the shells of sunflowers seeds

I see

Frozen raindrops clinging to cobwebs

Hanging briefly in a winter sun

Fading in the warmth

Dripping on deep thick greens

I see 

The reflection of a man

On meandering streams

Feeding suffocated chicken rivers

Sharing stories with birds

From oriental dinner plates

I see

The hope of dreams

Spill away

Over wooded valley coastal coves

Snapping riptides pulling

Beyond the reach of safety boats.

But if I should dream

Of serenity

Simplicity

Of peace

It seems to me

That I stand a chance

Of catching kites

Of taking time

Of finding me.