Have you ever

put a dress on a dream?

A tie on a thought?

A bra on your brain?

 

Turned rich soil to mud?

Overcooked a great meal?

Not seen a rainbow?

 

We’re swimming in what

is so thick in this pit

of molasses, like grit.

 

Because an essence exists

beyond random excess.

 

But we can’t see it more

than a dog, calculus

or a pessimist, bliss.

 

Seeming chaos in life

be order within.

 

Diving birds

blooming trees

stings from bees

lakes that freeze.

 

When we try to describe

give it walls like a prison

the form that it takes

is sometimes religion.

 

Wild stallion corralled

jumps and bucks to get free

 

as we try to make sense

of this mystery deep

 

But the secret will hide

out of our reach.

 

It’s a dream we forget

a dream we can’t dress.