Sometimes a dream lands so hard
it flattens you.
I liked it better before, you moan,
waving my dream like a silk handkerchief,
light and soundless above my head.
It could have been anything,
a kite, a bird, a large balloon
with three passengers.
Instead, it landed in your lap,
you asked for it,
secretly you had been reeling it in for months
like a trapped fish.
Too big for the net–
it loves you more than you love it.
It wants to stay here forever,
smiling and cuddling
in the bosom of your days.