only in dreams

I've been dreaming of writing without thought, of writing without worry, of writing without pressure.

Actually, I've been dreaming of vampires wearing purple football uniforms and dancing through red brick buildings--- but in my waking hours, when my fingers hurt to the bone and my mind races with thoughts of finishing our taxes and work deadlines, there is a deeper part of me - a small bit of my soul, perhaps - that dreams while I walk.

And in those dreams, I am saying things in quiet wonder. Observing the miracle of sunlight and rain fall. I am telling you about the movies that play on the inside of my eyelids. And I'm unafraid.