Face Your Dreams

Face your dreams,
The ones with flying apes
As themes. Put away
The toys, the fears,
The hazy, dormant

Years. Let what seems
To be take hold. Shape
The scene with May.
Put away the souvenirs
Of youth, the constant

Stream of mind,
The ashes of your discontent,
Just in time
For rainy afternoons
And rooms of the undreamt.

Focus rather on the roar
Of sun, the random bird,
Falling snow, the lure
Of beach plum in the dunes,
The throw that saves

The game, accidents
Of fortune, burning twists
Of shame,
The knowing turn
Of chance,

Island air that hints
Of sea and mists,
Solar haloes,
The rhyming drifts
Of days that dance,

Dying in the wind,
The dreams of women,
Filled with presents,
Food, and children –
And realize

That tree seeds
Helicopter
To the ground
And flower in the weeds
Despite their incandescence
In the canopies.

April 29, 2025, Kaiholu