26 : TIME IN FRAGMENTS III

Cleanliness all around, as well as minor bits of clutter & disarray put to use as assemblage. Sure, the books, that’s a given, & some stray postcards, pictures of her in times past. Articles torn from newspapers. The future’s coming into view loud & clear, jazzy, fragmented. Three gentle women, kerchiefs on their heads in the dream, wanted something from me, & when I played coy like a kid playing hide & seek, they turned into three lions I had no need to be frightened by. When I hid behind the row of giant marble pillars, these transmogrified lions soared by just above the ground like smiling figures of a carousel. When I woke all fear had disappeared, the window wide open to the future flying in in leaps & sounds.