So many different bad things were happening at once.
I closed my eyes and remembered I was dreaming.
Dream can mean what one longs for
or that which is fantastic, unreal.
On TV, the investment firm ad says
there are three hundred and thirty million dreams,
all American and therefore all special.
To help me achieve mine they need
only one thing: my money. All our dreams seem
like the same dream, the dream of more.
When I wake I am at the border of a far country.
When I wake it is to watch the branches
of the sycamore sway, the hands
of the clock slide and fade away.
In the best dreams even memory
becomes possibility, becomes ambient, bright.
Summer flywheel in the sunned garden.
All we had, long ago, coalescing.
I want what you want, of course I do.
I want us all to stop believing we have
not arrived and never will.
Define ambition. Define waste. I dreamed
that in my last dream I laid my words down
like a hedge I could sleep soundly under.
In the universal game of hide and seek
we were the hardest to find, we were unstoppable.
Then the rules changed.
We counted the days.
Even language acquired a bitter taste.
Define happy. Define together. Define wonder.