Friday, February 3, 2012

Had a dream that I was losing numbers, losing sounds,
losing pieces of carpet and rooms collapsed.
Had a dream that sadness had passed
and there was nothing but clear water.

Had a thought that maybe today
was meant for me. Maybe
walking is the gift, as having the sight to see,
the words to breathe and the will to be.
And another wave has come to claim
the morning, come to take another day --
and what are days, but ways of