Stupefacente

Last night’s dream,

Astonishing!

Yet remember this story,

This visitor from the darkness,

I cannot..

These dreams slip

Through my preoccupied mind

Like so much smoke

From a chimney and yet

In their loyalty, these scintillas

Of sudden generosity

Have never forgotten

Me. Does the blossom

Not recall the hummingbird,

The wild bunny deny

This gift of fresh lettuce,

The grandfather act as if

He did not delight

At granddaughter’s giggle??

Why am I nothing

But an old man, lazy

And self-centered,

Beset by such defects

Of memory

Towards these amazing

Offerings from Creation’s

Pulsing Heart?