Reflections On A Recurring Dream
by Mary F. Havran ©2003
Floating downstream. . .
. . . or upstream?
Light flashing through gapes in the over-hanging tree branches
. . . or from Pulsars whirling in some distant galaxy?
Nature displaying the abundance of its' pallet
. . or mind's eye imagining colors never seen?
Textures untouched yet felt
Sounds unheard yet sensed
With features morphing
Strangers . . . for the moment
Know and loved
Friend and enemy
Faces from the past
. . . or from the future?
Things move past me
Floating downstream or upstream?
In slow motion
My feet are stones
I claw at objects trying to propel myself through molasses atmosphere
I work so hard to fly
Someone sees me up here above the trees and points
I flap harder intuitively aware that I must not be caught doing the impossible
Above the trees
High enough to feel safe.
by: Mary F. Havran © 2003