Featured Poet Austin Alexis Page 2
Mind’s Eye
Ephemeral, haunting,
hovering in my heated thoughts:
the dream I can’t remember
yet won’t forget.
Teasing, animated in my mind’s stillness,
the chattering images glow
like wavy patterns of light
iridescent on wire mesh.
For three hours I tried
to lure the dream into focus.
Alert to my memory lapse,
even alarmed by it,
I attempted to resuscitate
the reverie that had died
the moment I shook myself
out of my sleep mode.
How could I pivot
back to that timeless realm
of valuable messages?–
those filmic slivers being mischievous
while also serious.
The dream was sealed, enveloped
in the aura of the unconscious.
The envelope of wakefulness blinded me.
Finally, I quit my attempt,
my futile floundering,
let my mind meander
back to mundane reality:
a bedroom with smudged windows
overlooking a fire escape
soiled by squirrel droppings.
Defeated, I let the dream
trot, promenade, sashay
to where souls migrate
after we die.