The punch bowl

Do you ever dream that you’re flying?
or wading in water that keeps getting deeper?
I do,
and I dream of floating in space
holding the hands of the clock
that turn on its face
and I race,
hard through the timber yard
and out to the wood.

You hear the beanstalk
I say the beans talk
hears his Mother.

I dream another dream and in that dream another one
each dream dreams on and when I wake
which I do to find
dreams can come true
I dream that I’m flying.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.