All I Want to Do is Dream

In silence my thoughts awake, jolted like

ingesting instant caffeine, running through the membranes

in my brain stimulating my optic nerves

so I can see, so I can think about the obstacles I

face, the tasks I rejected to do that day.

The electrodes get fired up to dance, to dangle

words through my nostrils, sentences clogging my throat,

it’s hard to breathe, hence no sleep until I pluck them

loose, sneeze them onto paper I must, then move them around like

a jigsaw puzzle fitting male to female, female to male.

Images come to life, metaphors frolic like a samba, my meter is free

to leap off the page, exposed are my emotions that swim

synchronized, consistent they are in keeping me from

the sleep I lack when all I want to do is dream

© 2013 Donna J. Sanders