Thursday Poem

Dream Journal


When you fall into dream,
You are the country – the earth,
the grass, the cows ruminating
over deep bovine philosophies.
You are the ego walking down the lane
that is also yourself, as are the clouds
the sky, the sun, and you are
the observer above all watching
the whole of creation which is,
of course, yourself.
And yet. – this morning we go
beyond that closed country.
What knelt by your bed
whispering the dream in your ear?
Who thinks your thoughts

so you can listen?

by Nils Peterson