Last night, I slept under a window open to the skies.
The sliding glass door was open, too, so
Cat could go out as she desired.
At some point, I know not when,
I had a dream.
Two chunks of cloud had broken loose.
They fell to Earth, softly, near me.
The smaller one wasn’t interesting at all.
In the bigger one, I found a tiny, tiny feather
Lost by some bird who got too close.
This morning there are neither clouds not birds
In my New York skies.
This really happened.
I never remember dreams.
