Dreams

And then all at once

It struck me,

As if it had been fermenting

In some psycho-yeasty still,

Maniacal microbes of the mind

It came rushing to the forefront,

A bad dream tamped down

But not stomped out

(Only you can prevent wild-thinking!)

These little devils,

Dreams that whirl dervishly

Choose to plague me occasionally.

The shaman claims that they are there

To help make meaning:

Process and sort symbolically,

Like a recycling center.

(Maybe a recycling center

Struck by a hurricane.)

Is life such a layer cake,

And is this the creamy nugget filling?

But why so metaphorical,

So disconcerting?

You got my attention

Can’t we just deal with it,

Move on,

And let me loose

All at once?