As I gazed at Anthony’s
extensive DragonballZ
figure collection
(among the fun ones
from the Marvel,
DC Comics, Star Wars
and the Ninja Turtles’universes),
I remembered my dream last night;
how all the lights divided
into bright, colorless beams of light,
how those flashes expanded
and laced onto each other,
into a giant, white basket
around my bed.
It wasn’t frightening;
it was warm and soothing
as the darkness slowly bled into nothing.
A sudden shift of perception,
too small to be noticed
by everyone else,
had taken place right then.
The onslaught of colored
plastic figurines
(how could Anthony afford all this?)
was a cool distraction
from our regular work for a while,
As I stepped away,
white ribbons of light
burned in my brain,
& they remained
as a flash
of inspiration;
hopefully not an omen
of death, but of life….