When Dreams Dry Up

Image: http://uphilldowndale.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/

There are dreams,

like fruits,

which pucker and shrivel

on the stem.

The erotic drip of juice from your chin

is not guaranteed,

no matter how intimate

your relationship

with tree,

and blossom,

and pollinator.

I looked upon such a dream-fruit

today.

There was grief,

and that old familiar smell

of truncated memories.

I had a mind, for a moment, to pluck

the shrunken, hard dried mass

and take it into ceremony,

but my hand stopped,

suspended,

in mid notion.

Aghast.

What arrogance to think that any

intervention on my part would grant

a more holy passage

than Destiny’s plunk into the cradle

of leaf and microbes!

And that’s what I learned today

about dreams –

Sometimes, part way is fruition.

Sometimes,

it’s best to simply step back

and let the energies

return to their Source for re-cycling.

So, to the being on the stem,

I bowed in prayer position

instead.

© 2010-2012/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Note to Self: Poems for Changing the World from the Inside Out" (www.hiraethpress.com)