All I Got

Galaxies in my head

     Dreams of rain

Sleek horses running because

They know not what else to do

An idea that god is in the desert, rocks know me

That I cannot go to Arizona

Because it is a dream that will disperse

When my foot lights upon the sand

Best concert

Girl from Ipanema music

Rising up without warning

At most inopportune times

Brilliant turquoise and red

     Dreams of rain

You smiling on a sailboat as if

An old Polaroid trapped you there against your will

Jamaican voices that stick like syrup and oil in a frying pan

And the smell of sweet coffee

     Dreams of rain

And falling limbs and leaves

Pounding fears

Of familiar things telling me I should be somewhere else

Right away

Stories of red capes and bikes runaway down gargantuan hills

With no brakes

One sleek red Porsche convertible like butter

     Dreams of rain

Of people gone before I knew they belonged to me

Gravely feel of wet pavement through thin soles

Church air different from outside air

Pain of leaving and pain of arriving

    Dreams of rain

And storms

Fortune teller insisting I will be surrounded by mountains

And true love in six months time

Love of two small children

Happy laughing when saddened

    Dreams of rain

Trick of putting my face really close to something and crying

Three thousand books

A voice I loved

Promises

   Dreams of rain

And rain and so much water and yet no drowning.