I dreamed I worked in a
Huge office building.
Everyone had their own
Desk, but nobody had
Anything to do. Shuffling
Through papers, going
Through drawers got old
After awhile. Things got
Pretty weird. Eventually,
I told myself I was
Dreaming and woke up.
How many people remember
The beginning of a dream,
Ancient as dawn, a dream of
Destiny, conjuring up the
Flesh, the earth, the dream
We were once one soul?
I had a frightening nightmare
Last night that a black helicopter
Hovered over my house and men
In black rappelled down to the
Ground and disappeared.
If I could make someone
Else feel seen, feel safe
For a brief moment, feel
A little less alone, I would
Have accomplished my
Goal as a poet.
One evening I was walking
Around our front yard kicking
At the leaves and feeling sorry
For myself because of some
Recent flops in my life.
Then I remembered a childhood
Dream. I always wanted to fly,
To fly away from my troubles.
I walked out in the middle of
The street, looked around me,
Looked up, and slowly, gently
My feet left the ground.
I realized I controlled the whole
Thing with my will and shot up
And flew in broad circles around
The city looking down at it in a
Whole new way. I was free.
Wordman of Alcatraz 