Is it just a dream?
In the evenings I can see myself
my movements throughout the day are played out in my head
the footprints in the snow, the car crunching along the black night road
I can hear the conversations played back to me along the wires
of wandering thoughts
and I think is it all just a dream?
I could wake in a snap of a second to hear the geese honking against the cold rain
My feet are naked and pale
Clowns politely tossing answers in the air
The questions, where is it we go from here?
It doesn’t matter where your going it only matters where you’ve been
I have been everywhere
My car hasn’t seen the main highway for a week
The fields their edges and rivers do not cry for me
When I saw a large bird outside my window I knew it wasn’t an eagle
Hunting among the Midwest corn fields
They never come this way,