Creation of Dreams

Oh, no, not sissy dreams of what you wish
or what you want to be when you grow up,
no strategy for making ‘dreams’ come true.
Not the fears that itch & shiver in our skin.
Just ordinary plain vanilla dreams
(if any of the nightly concoctions
our brains cook up could ever be called “plain”),
or the dizzying disorienting
paths our minds wander when we aren’t looking
that pop like bubbles when we snap alert,
leaving only the faintest chill sprinkling
that quickly dries, or a faint scent that fades.
All the hard work our brains do while we sleep,
trying to assemble meaning, structure
and link the gathered fragments we rolled through,
stitching them like quilts to hold the layers
together, or perhaps some more fragile
metaphor. In the morning, I’m muddled
riding the bus, and wishing I was still
asleep. Looking out the windows, watching
very simply — what is familiar, what
is not. The ribs of the bridge at dawn strip
light and shadow like torn fabric, create
rhythms that bump along my brain’s ridges,
creating a sensory cavalcade,
memories escorted by eyes into
jumbled juxtapositions, strange puzzles.
The knotting network of nerves stretches out,
nudges the delicate dendrites that nose
from cell to cell blindly, tasting their way,
triggering a blip here, a sizzle there,
an ache, a bruise, bewilderment, old friends
familiar though you’ve never met before,
chatter, colors — stuttering chemicals’
curious cascading kaleidoscope.

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6 responses to “Creation of Dreams

  1. I suspect dreams are play for the mind and play is how we learn. I think it is the analogy of staring out the windows and watching familiar images sort themselves out into a structure (a journey, a city, and adventure) that is my take a way from this work. Very nicely done.

  2. I most firmly agree with the idea that play is how we learn. Yesterday someone was talking about the temporal efficiencies of sleep learning, to which my comment was a thought that this might trigger all kinds of longterm health issues, since it would not give the brain its *own* time to doing the work it is supposed to be doing while we sleep. The image of play for the mind, as being distinct from the sort of mind play I so love when I am awake (hehehe) is a wonderful brilliant image that I will be pondering and savoring for some time to come, I suspect. Thank you!

  3. And how, pray tell, did I manage to see the world before I started reading your poetry?

  4. Meredith, what an astounding and humbling comment. But, oh, there are so many wonderful poets who are so much better than I am. Just last week I discovered Pattiann Rogers who I think you’d like. Very spiritual and earthy at the same time. Sandra McPherson has such a delicate touch with words and images. Mary Barnard is one for whom I eagerly await every new book, and Louise Glück. Joan Swift and Fran Driscoll have written with huge hearts about intimate hurts. Wendell Berry is another one before whom I feel humbled, and who is humble himself. His newest book contains a series of poems written every Sunday about faith and challenge. Sharon Doubiago and Olga Broumas’s early work show such passion and intelligence. Where Olga drips of Greece and Sharon of gritty challenges, Fred Chappell has this backroads Southern flavor overgrown with nature and … well … eccentric earthy mysteries. I can’t explain it, or any of them really. Just giving a couple words to pique interest, and these are just the few that I am skimming from the top of my mind right this sec. Oh! You should read Louie Skipper’s book, http://www.swanscythe.com/books/fourth_watch_of_the_night.html. Louie is a minister writing about the challenge of faith as he cares for his wife as she is dying of cancer. So much ….. and it takes so many to bear witness to the world. Every one of us.

  5. Thank you for sharing the link to this on Twitter!
    I felt your imagery in my fingers. That sure doesn’t happen too often when reading.

    Thank you for that experience!

    • How very visceral! I have learned that I actually feel the insides of my brain more than most people, so wanted to try to share a little piece of that. Our brains are much more *physical* and active than people realize, IMHO. Thank *you* for the powerful comment!

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