real mountains, distant

just over the mountain:

no windows, just air rippling through your hair.

a dog yapping, woman sitting on the front step, house behind her.

puzzle pieces face-up on the table, unconnected.

yarn bowl like a face, watching, unblinking.

faded spiderman pillow on my lap and pulsing music.

misty mountains in the distance, blocked by the sky.

trees so far away i can pick them up and blow them away

like a dandelion wish.

just distantly:

dice, rolling to a stop outside the indian restaurant.

cars, engines revving at earsplitting volume, ready to race.

water, spraying from the fountain as you hold me in your arms, my feet dangling.

and then it's all unwound

into the horizon, and the light bleeds

back into our eyes - awake from all the dreaming.

wondering

how much of it could be real.