Dream Time

the cycle continues
into dream time
in this journey
to understanding
 
as little girls eat chimney cake
or the handsome older man
with bright eyes beams out
or talking to people who remember me from the library
 
in the intricate patterns
of crisp realizations
seeded in ripening visions
under the sun,
 
that serene muse of life
it stretches out into a universe
comprising even greater suns
we cannot even imagine
 
I sit collecting myself
I am a part of this multifaceted rock
where stories are tied up
into a perfect offering to existence
 
what is a god?
what is faith and reason?
do we even need to resolve them?