let me dream of raw wood

with strong grains

that challenge the tyranny of straight lines

and straight lives

with dogs on rugs in front of fires holding back the draft from the door that leads to rolling hills

or lakes

or all the forests of the world

wrap me in that throw we knitted from the unraveling of our minds

and fall asleep with me on the floor

To The Day

To each day
There is one smile
One hope
One dream
One dissapointment
One love
One hate
One pain
Everything else
Is surplus

This morning
Just before I woke up
In the beautiful sliver of time between complete sleep
And the world awake
I had a dream.

There was a hall
There was a hall that went on
There were doors in that hall
That hall that just kept going on
But the doors looked the same
As all the other doors
In that hall that went on
And on
There were flowers on the ground
Growing and green.

And that was all.