On bad days
We dream in
Black and white
Lost boys
And a little girl
Carrying dolls
Mother wearing a mask
There are rocks and trees
All things to stumble on
Skip
Trip
Fall
Like jerking awake
From a micro sleep
At least they are together
Says Alice
Like you and me
Wandering all over the world
A small world
I think
Just like a photograph
It has edges
A frame
But nonetheless a story inside
On good days
We dream in colour
Fantastical hills
Helicopters
And foreign lands
Are we scared of getting high
She claps her hands in glee
She is never afraid of
Potions or cakes
She does not need a doll
And my face is already
Scarred
Like a mask
We linger in the scene for a while
Think about what they
Will do next
We are glad
That we have met them
Shared in their journey
Awakened from the dream.
Photo credit Ralph Eugene Meatyard
