Have you ever wondered why you dream?

It all seems so real: The morning after;

Checking to feel your skin.

Faint lines scratch a pattern, but where does it all begin?

Miniscule creatures, suck and splutter: Muttering

To get their gruel.

Like tiny ants on a mission: They vision you as their life

Long bread; it starts with your toes, ends with your head.

Hungry, Hungry, better get fed; soon she’ll wake up

Human mule, crawling out of bed.

Splish, splash: Dark spots line your sink: Thinking for a moment

Of your dream, blink, blink...

Making breakfast; it all begins to fade: Wading into porridge

DREAM CATCHERS

IN HUMAN FOLIAGE

By Belinda Johnston - All poems are copyright of the original author.  Permission is needed before using another poets work.