Inland
In dreams
I find the person
to whom I wish to speak
The fore- and background merge-
a Japanese painting-
& then I know
I’m in my dreams again
trapped inland
There are days I can’t dress
I imagine myself a child
riding a tiger
or something as exciting
Clothes can’t matter!
especially in yoga
I like the pose
limbs close in
and press all-center
I’m all crunched up
Legs bent to buffer
the weight falling
toward the spine
A different kind of therapy
a little canopy
hung slim upright
Seldom
a lake at the foot of the Poconos
drifted us lily pads among trees
more alone now than in that
orange peel boat
how scary
attachment revealed
and reviled
a small vase
-
we turn to fall
sun-tipped trees
driving tired
a tennis ball in the kitchen
actually a peach
my mom
seldom laughs so hard
and me
‘do birds breathe
while they tweet’
Caroline Hayes is a 'creative type' currently living in Philadelphia.