August 19, 2020

Motion Picture

It takes longer than you think, this

          living-into-dream

business, and it's harder too, because

the dream itself is a living thing,

growing and changing like a child.

It recurs, loops back on itself, but

never all the way back to the start,

          incarnating

in unsteady pulses: gather, molt, 

recollect, shed, wander, rehome.

It searches for itself, finds tid-bits 

here and there, tiny keepsakes fit to fall 

into the mosaic trailing in its wake,

           comely pieces

that settle in place – or don't – as the

           dream moves on.