Dreams

if your not in a hurry
you cant help but notice
the sound
there is so little of it
and
it's orchestrated solely
by the wind
wailing, howling, humming
or
as on this evening
whispering
sifted through the silk
on the dried stalks of corn

often as a boy
id dream
 I could gently float
across verdant fields
feeling the tickle on my toes
as they brushed softly
up against the spot
where the earth
touched the sky

late at night

when you cant sleep

it's because 

your awake

in someone else's

dream