Daydream

Daydreaming. T’just drift… & drift… & drift…

hot-air balloon

cruising at smooth gemstone altitudes

Through Reality’s rift

Till all the gimcrack classrooms and bedrooms dissolve

Midst the dreamer’s spellbound doppler shift; each fertile thought

Blossoming flowers

Along the sky’s cirrus canopy for curious onlookers below

To gawk. “My goodness, what remarkable gardens

they must grow up there!” they’ll all think…

Snip… Snip… Snip… One by one the stitching

of pensive hearts u

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unstaunched — the same ol’ familiar gash

opened raw, letting bleed the dreams deferred

From the subconscious cache. Pussyfooting

From space oddities too taboo? How absurd.

During these untouchable moments

the baby crib bars are blurred

And our sleeping child within’s stirred and sits

up, grasping for curiosity’s spectacular compass

pointing spritely towards the infinite ways

we may wander in the untrodden noggin —

Fantasy’s treasured tavern as ours to plunder,

And us steadily drunk off all the possibilities.