Dreams in the Sky

A ladder leans on the horizon. It whispers my name in reverse. I climb,

but the rungs are eyelets, shutting me out, shutting me in first.

Dreams in my sky. Sky in my dream. Folding and breaking,

nothing's what it seems. Circles dissolve me. Quietly I fly. Dreams in my

sky, in my sky. Clouds fold into paper birds.

They peck at my shoes till I lose my feet. A balloon head

drifts away in silence, but its shadow smiles with no face to meet.

A clock grows wings and melts away. I pocket time, but time pockets