Unrestrained joy, full-throated laughter invites the poet into a world of fluff-cotton wonder. But even as he chases this image and reaches out to grasp it, it splinters under the jarring impact of everyday existence.
In dreams I listen to your laugh.
Not that faint chuckle
Which sputters and squirms
Like a squirrel too eager
To rush into its drey.
But a full-throated laugh
With slaps on the cushions
And eyes almost shut
And swellings of unrestrained joy.
And you walk along alleys
Of provincial town
Hand in hand,
In a dawn full of songs
Tasting of lavender and peach.
I chase your laughter
And banners of your hair
And reach for a twirl
In an expectant air
By clasping your light-supple waist.
But even in dreams my arms prove weak
As I yield to the calls of groceries and fish,
That drag me from dawns of fluff-cotton clouds
To cacophonous trains where I drown.