Sleep is the place I go to to find the answers,
Not the answers to life, the universe and all things sacred,
No, my dreams are cryptic,
Punny and often wrapped under layers of visual metaphors.
Last night I dreamt that
I was moving.
Houses and into a shared cooperative apartment.
The only thing I was taking with me was my new kitten. A soft white fluffy kitten. So pure and new.
I moved from the top floor to a lower apartment.
I settle into sleep with my new kitten and I take off her pink collar.
Inscribed on the back of her neck are Korean symbols.
“She is to be born from mud and rise as a beautiful flower.”
My daughter was given the name “Mei-Hwa”.
It means beautiful flower in Chinese.
Life gets ahead of me,
I often wonder where one day merges with another.
There is not much time left yet
All the time in the world to stop and write down these words.
I don’t ask anymore,
I just write.
Slow down to listen to your breath,
To lie in bed and listen to the wind rustle between trees,
The cars out front pass by my house.