In the dream I am walking
through a desert.
I am seeing rocks on the ground
with the word "There" carved
in their stone.
I believe I am following
the path of an artist.
There are others with me.
I wonder about these stones,
where they might be leading
me.
We arrive at a hotel
and we sleep.
It is strange to dream
of falling asleep while sleeping.
It is not easy to wake up
while believing I am still
in the dream.
I stand and look out the window.
It takes a few moments
to realize that I am
not there, I am here,
still in the dream,
still trying to listen to
the guidance of an artist
who speaks through carved stones.
How can I tell when
I am on my way to there?
Perhaps I am already gone.
say, April 2026
image: Petroglyph National Monument, Western Trail NW, Albuquerque, March 2026
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