Reid@YWP

Dreaming

Like floating

In the impossible abyss of unknown.

Subconscious

Becomes conscious

Becomes something

Not quite reality

Not quite not reality.

Dreams are an in between

Dramatically striking a pose in the mirror, 

This is me 

today.

Where will I be this time tomorrow,

And where will my feet have taken me?

I hate the fact that so many people make assumptions.

About me.

The “fact” that because I have hearing aids means that I am deaf.

Blissful children.

Young,

Naïve.

Dreaming, of who we wake up to be

Dancing with starlight in our hands

Elemelons to the end

But wishes cannot last for long

Words scatter 

             don’t scare them away

we tread with trepidation -- slowly, they gather

again

There’s a wolf on my porch.

It’s been there all my life

Holding the foundation of my home.

There’s a wolf on my porch

And he never gets old