DREAMING

I walk into a room

A bed in one corner

A desk with a large surface

Across from the bed

A chest of drawers and

A closet also exists.

I sit down at the desk

Pick up a paint brush

And work on a painting

Of a field occupied by

Several people cutting hay

Some will throw it on a wagon

drawn by a horse. They look

ragged and tired. It is near

noontime and a break.

They will eat and then lay down

By a stack of hay and sleep

Or just rest. They are half-way

Through their days work. I look

At my work on the canvas like

Paper and am almost pleased.

I put the brush down and lie down

On the bed and dream. I see the

Sky and the stars seemingly

Swirl in the outer space. I wake

Up and realize that this has all

Been a dream. A good dream.

Stanski

September 22, 2024, ^