She wanted to get up before the sun
But she woke late
By hours
Still dreaming
Flowers forming a cross in a field—
An X actually
An asterisk of sun-
Flowers growing inside her
One-by-one
As the real sun rose
Roses in a stealth of clouds
The earth shrouding itself
From the burn of a light
Too bright, it seems
She farms the dreams
As the last moving image
Streams the flow into
Rivers
From the infinite cup
Of transfiguration
But she must get up
And break the flow
Symbol farm
Let it go
Time to wake up
No
Shake it off
Have some coffee
Hear your husband
Cough
Pollen in the backyard
Why is it so hard
To leave the dream farm
And come back
Unalarmed
To the New York Times
Frontpage farmers
Scorched by their own rage
A newspaper framing the attacks
To sell an ad
You are aching with need
The stars bleed light
But you are a farmer of the night
Throwing seed after seed
Into the soil of the day
As dreams recede
Into the frantic toil
The making of hay
Fever
The squeeze of the bees
For honey
The hive of crypto minds
Mining money
Bits and bytes of reality
Gone mad
Possibly the whole world
Breaking bad
You dream past the day
You have not yet had
And reach your mind across the
Hours
Toward awaiting fields
Of consciousness and symbols
And flowers
Rising in the depleted soil
Rising from the dead creatures
That once walked the earth
Before they become the oil
That burns the future
You have yet to see
You finally close the gate
Shut
Open eyes
The last glimpse of a dream
Dies
Let the first email scream
Sutures where you had been
To see
Now you feel the day
Stop
The bleed of beauty
And close the ethereal skin
That lets you
Feel, sense
Travel in
In, in
To universes
You no longer doubt
The reality of a reality
That leads first in
Then out and up
And beyond
To spaces without direction
To worlds you visit
And return from
Without detection
As you dive into the lakes
Of infinite reflection
Where you can finally
In that sacred space
See your true self
Wear your true face
Take off the body of shame
That suffers this life-killing place
So, your spirit can inhabit
Divinity and grace of
All the important powers
You dream
You dream
Flowers
© 2023 Julie Flanders
Photo Credit: Jr. Korpa
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