(Here is a poem I started three years ago, in the fall of 2004. I just uncovered and revised a bit, and now I feel the need to share)
I slip into a flannel Universe
the multiple moons and stars a warm
lullaby before sleep and dreams.
I try to plan my dreams these days.
At night I play alchemist
cover myself with three blankets and settle in
for the ultimate magic trick.
Lead belly and limbs to gold,
transformation comes in sleep.
The glass beakers we hold metals
turned to jewels.
I dream, dream, dream
into the night, penetrate dark with
multifaceted light and with
slight of hands the beakers smash
and shatter glass fragments to the corners.
What's changed is now what's left to wake:
my warm body
refuses to step out
into the cold reality,
hardwood floors of morning.