A Poem About Dreams While You Take a Walk Through Magritte's Museum

jump into a pitch black landscape, cut through the thick veils of fear, settle within the silence, clear space for tomorrow; offer it some tea. watch the top of the mountain emerging from the clouds, invite in-person, real life, meat & bones encounters. don't fight the dusty sunlight penetrating the eyes when you first wake up in the morning; welcome the day, whatever shape it comes. speaking of shapes; notice the moment when a crooked image of the past becomes a soft memory, like a handmade bowl; the kind that makes you hunch over it while you feast on a loving meal made by a good friend. be patient with the body, imagine having to adjust to a multitude of sensations; ever changing, each hour. don't associate every dark cloud with the heart ache; remember the volatility of the mending process. as the day darkens, the minutes shrink, the pain goes for a walk; confess a dream