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
vertically, breaking
downwards. Disordered minds
and strength collide,
creating intentions not intended, pulling
forward with hope that backwards is
all right.

And love squeezing between, 
sealing uncertainty.
A cause for calming commotion.
The tug-of-war of dreams.

About Laura

marketing director at Possible. formerly at Greatist. Still running, finding zen, and searching for the perfect bloody mary.

Posted on November 19, 2011, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Favorite line: “Startled by dreaming, a dream so peaceful
    and startling.”

  2. 🙂 thanks..that line was inspired by you. happy face? ehh…

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