
Where dream and notion
chance to meet. Where dream
and motion touch the heart,
mulch of the matter
and the clear space
felt in the eruption,
flock of distraction.
And perhaps this marks
a good place to turn the page,
where the elastic hours stalk the now.
Where dream and notion
chance to meet. Where dream
and motion touch the heart,
the grit and the glint
in the same patch.