Is
Anybody Home?
Julia and I were talking about dreams
nothing in particular just dreams
and Karin -- she'll be four in February --
insinuated
herself into the conversation
"I had a dream last night," she beamed at us
"I dreamed about shirts"
"What about them?" I asked
"Nothing," she said, impatiently
explaining to an idiot
"It was just a dream
clothes
and people
just shirts
It
wasn't about something"
Does she know something here I don't?
My dreams fall
climb
run
slide
burn
What would it be to know they're nothing
Just dreams
just
dreams
Heywood Williams -- Jan 21 1997