Night-life (part 7)

​7.

​I dream (a used dream).
​
​Soft-silk eyelashes shiver
against each other... &

​in the corner of the night-wet
garden of our 'once-upon-a-time' house
​the whole town lies
inside-out and blinking
against the backs of my closed eyelids.
Hard as hail:
still-life.

I raise my arms over my head,
​not believing, but knowing
that I lift up next to the paw-paw tree
​past the outside room, seeing the gutters,
hovering
​over the back-door neighbours concrete
wall and looking in-
​to their children's
​playground, sprinkled with tonight's
​forgotten toys.

Higher, faster:
​all familiar (funny how we know
what it looks like from the top).
Higher, lower;
​smelling the early-morning misty warmths
​like swimming in a sunny-shady pool
​(cold-cold-warm-cold) &
​talking to my sister
​about flying from the back-garden.

(she has the same dream)


​8. ...

​from 'Dreaming' in I sleep, I dream