DREAMING REAL

I don’t recall this feeling

except maybe in dreaming

and occasional luscious days

But this day appeared to be neither

The air was heavy with silence

and quiet pervaded every pore

of my body lucidly strolling

never less hurrying before

I could not say what was different

under the steady overcast sky

lowly lit

sounds seem to float

gently toward me

without lack of intensity

yet quiet and my soul

quietly resting

undisturbed

Even the bustle of nearby traffic

soothed my already mushy

happiness

No decay of time yet

slow motion changing

and rapid awareness of it

Every moment

and movement felt

Time to savor those things

often unnoticed

often unappreciated

Perhaps my peace was inward

or so it was and must originate

but

the day had drifted lazily

across

and undoubtedly slower

when fewer people chanced

and how my soul did dance

as I did release it

and carried me to the street

so lonely

And she did even notice

as I stepped up to her

apparently quiet and whispered

rather loudly

I thought (ah! there it is)

and she returned the favor

convincingly

as my mind gave way to another day.