Waking on a roof, discovering a world
lying on another.
Trees and driveways and small, simple houses,
edges of oceans mending tides.
And summits of skyscrapers
poking out from the ground—
Startled by dreaming, a dream so peaceful
and startling. Filled with desires to reach
arms beyond arms length.
My roof has the worst view of the best city,
in hands I can’t grasp tightly.
I see the highway where I want to move
with traffic, rediscovering rhythms and regular
heartbeats, stubborn dreams.
I dream again of a road too tall, driving
downwards. Disordered minds
and strength collide,
creating intentions not intended, pulling
forward with hope that backwards is
And love squeezing between,
A cause for calming commotion.
The tug-of-war of dreams.