Where Daydreams Go

The afternoon shines on
like the light in a dream.
Quarters in the fountain
dance gamely into
waiting hands.
Sorrows in the zoo bray
formlessly from corrals
and a high fence
draws an unreachable
bar for the kangaroo.
Where are the unicorns?
How to clean a prison cell
would provide just TMI.
A room full of tattooed cats
dines on Mexican flan.
Horses with razor cut manes
add to the heat.
The black water of Lourdes
flows like India ink
from the gold dib
of the captain’s pen.
Without the Dead Sea
life might not go on.
We children burned
signatures on cattle.
Miguelito branded himself
on the arm. They will say
he shared his sky
with Zeus and Thor
and set the ground afire.
We ride camels on the sands
where the light shines
as in a dream.
An oasis beckons
with sunbaked fronds.
έλα εδώ, Μιχαήλ, έλα εδώ.
Scorpions and spiders salute you.
Iron gates close at night
where the daydreams go.