Making things up

I dreamed of a black dog when I started to pack for the Valley.

I dreamed of a green light and a chain link fence.

I dreamed of a meadow that never ends.

I dreamed of small pools of water.

I dreamed of two trees, full of pomegranates,

starting to intertwine. I dreamed of traps

with glowing light inside. Glorious snails and blossoms

snowing in spring breezes. I dreamed of a heart

big as a ferris wheel, reaching the top with terror,

and thrill. I dreamed of a spider, its massive

web like lace in the light. I dreamed of a wobbly

swing-set, a half-dead strawberry plant.

I dreamed everything all right.

Everything's alright.