in a dream
his hand on my shoulder
"things are never
as they appear"
a pointed reference
to the dramas
I keep falling into
and reminding me
to get behind the scenes
and use that backstage pass
I left in a drawer
somewhere
I drain the pool’s water with a pump that must be unplugged before it sucks air at the same time shedding lots of slippery ideas to hopefully leave a good one then it’s critical when filling the pool
it’s a dog nap afternoon but I’ll keep my eyes open for awhile follow thoughts that drag through windless leaves everything heat-stilled how can there be poetry without movement no clouds in a blue sk