Daydreams

Daydreams descend like waves,

like thick soupy clouds, sometimes

obscuring the view of what’s right

in front of you. Trapped

between what seems real and

what is real, it can be hell swimming

toward the shore. But

on the day when the waves fall

from the sky like sheets of rain,

you can’t help but run

for the safety of home. And though

you swear you’ll never allow yourself

to daydream again, the allure of other

will one day pull you back under the swell.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind