Do you ever have those dreams where you’re somewhere,
a bus station perhaps, and
turning the corner you’re in a bowling alley?
Someone nailed my feet. To the floor.
and my heart to I don’t know where, just that
there was a story being told,
a story that from an art-of-fiction perspective,
the dramatic tension, the character development,
was unresolved. And turning, looking,
into your face I was returned
home, opening the front door, back,
to a country, a field, a farm, I don’t know where, just
that it is the place from where I may have.