a story, a sense, a set,
a storm of questions and puzzles–
Hope I know what I’m doing,
and if I don’t she’ll teach me. Lay on the floor
next to her little bed, wondering
what images hop in and out of her
dreams. Am I one? Several?
More characters and plot positioning,
I read and re-read, then highlight something,
some detail, her smile or lipshape, uppercheek
in my head, but why, the whole story’s
emphasized, highlighted and heralded.
She starts to wake, shaking her head, breathe,
then back to sleep.
I keep listening.