Wednesday, July 26, 2017

I had a dream

that a tiny bird
flew into
my room.

each time it hit
a wall
or floor
it grew and grew
until it could carry me away.

he was tired
but wouldn't let me help.

i took his picture
from every stance and angle.
finally, he fixed
his beak toward me,
the lens.

and there was a tickle
at my palm.

stirred away 
by the kissable 
fingers or my infant son
whose tiny chest
rose and fell 
as if he 
had been flying.
though his own dreams.
or maybe