ENTRANCEMENT

When a forest enters your dream

You feel

roots groaning

toward water

and leaves scraping

across sky.

When a mountain enters your dream

You feel

every stone
trembling
on its slope.

When crow enters

You balance  

on thin branches

tasting breezes

from the north.

All the mad chemical jokes

your brain tells itself

are nothing

when wind enters your dream

and you ride rough currents

ecstatic & wild.

And then

when dreams

go to ground

and daylight slips

across your face

your eyelids flutter

as you beg

your anxious animals

for just a little more sleep.

RW

Seattle

04.12.2019

photo:  mine, somewhere in old Mexico