catch me
in that dream again
i remember quite clearly:
i wake in a small tall house with three levels
curtains billow through sun beams and open panes
there is a dog on each floor, sleep / waking
i am there with love
who is away just now
and will be home again
a sense of food
clean water and linen
clear and lived in
things grow in
space
outside
much green
dark colors of things
new growth and that which has been
there are no people
in my eye or
earshot of me
direction above and round
only trees
curves of land
of skies
of me
of animal
of plant beings
flesh swollen and robust
i move with ease
tall or just taking up my whole being
everything in me
loves and
moves with me
as i am a perfect
version of me.
i wake next to a creature
who is waking
simultaneously
effortlessly i rise
wind blowing
light into the window
by way of curtains
that touch paintings
stroke walls
my body is grace and ground
rising from bed is no effort no thought
much light
breath easy from work in the trees
i own nothing of this place and its open curtains
the dogs with me
heel, healing
i am nothing except love for all things
even what is not deserving
maybe especially
definitely i have
harmed and been harmed
seen truth
determined change
in my being.
i move swiftly
flow over the left side of the bed
left foot on the ground
i swing
face up
to start the day
or to continue it rather
as some day has passed away.
i understand where i am heading
and know specifically
healing is anywhere
i am protected
at home in this place
i can tell because in my dream
i sleep with the windows open.
– cole garlando
image: by cole
id: upshot of white blossoms against a blue sky streaked by a single airplane trail
Cole G 