daydream 1, 2013

If only I could shrink way way down

and walk the pathways of a snow flake

fallen on the smooth leather of a hollow leaf

gripping the gnarled branch of a sleeping oak

If only I could shrink way way down

and follow the veins of an oak leaf

leading inward, to the trunk

smooth, translucent like grandmothers skin

to ride a dust mote in the lazy sunshine

through a forest of moss and mushrooms

to land at the muddy shores of a puddle, a lake, a sea

….

If only there was a way to escape this prison

of my own scale

every now and then…

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