Some Dreams

Some dreams are so tactile the bed falls away
the air in the room loses ambience and any chill
of waking in the dark

—some dreams find the center and turn the whole of you
inside out without you knowing it
what do you know anyway
what's forgotten reappears
reminds you it's showtime every time
and the wings flying system substage
and of course auditorium are occupied
each pair of eyes turning their own
insides out in a kind of melding
that far surpasses your usual stretch of the imagination
where intimacy is concerned touching say as we do
bumping into each other as if a casual
idiomatic expression has much deeper meaning
but it takes some serious dreaming to get the picture
who's to say it's not the other way around?
that we limit our perceptions in this so-called
wakeful life for the sake of navigation
getting from a to be or do I mean Chicago
to New York or was it from the front door
to the closet where the cat food is kept
there in the dark because between down
during and under over up the inches
or miles separating cities and mundane
journeys of the domestic kind we'd be
floating in perpetual confusion maybe
get side-tracked into a little unknown
cul-de-sac and settle down for 30 years
or so do you think that's why some people
have several families spread around
the globe some dreams do seem so
tactile as if by staring straight ahead
the distance will magically rise to meet you
but this means nothing really how
I mean how can dreams so ethereal so
unquantifiable so subjectively
identifiable so out of reach and yet
so within how can they mean anything
more than just movie-going
for the common man