Dreaming in Couplets

Thunderstorm, no morning swim, heart a little broken by the morning dreams that got away.... So here's a dream poem from Broken Sonnets.

Dreaming in Couplets

I hang up the phone, the knife still in my hand.
I touch its serrated edge, leave behind

the bread for dinner.  I walk into the heat
of Miami, after the rain.  Ahead a tourist

bus rounds a curve under cypress trees.
No one cares, no one fears for me!

I must leap the swamp to reach the meadow.
Over the water, I remember how

to fly, the secret hidden for so long
I did not see the patterns of these wings

waiting in the grass.  All those who have gone
before me, I praise.  All those who have done

this blindly, with hope.  Here we are in the leaves
of grass again, flying toward our griefs.