Is it just a dream?

In the evenings I can see myself

my movements throughout the day are played out in my head

the footprints in the snow, the car crunching along the black night road

I can hear the conversations played back to me along the wires

of wandering thoughts

and I think is it all just a dream?

I could wake in a snap of a second to hear the geese honking against the cold rain

My feet are naked and pale

Clowns politely tossing answers in the air

The questions, where is it we go from here?

It doesn’t matter where your going it only matters where you’ve been

I have been everywhere

My car hasn’t seen the main highway for a week

The fields their edges and rivers do not cry for me

When I saw a large bird outside my window I knew it wasn’t an eagle

Hunting among the Midwest corn fields

They never come this way,