Lately, in my dreams

I live the nightmares dense with reality.

On the computer,

             but my fingers cannot touch the keys.

Trying to read the screen

             but words are a runny fuzz of color.


A superhero in an airport where only model planes can fly

and the bad guys win, then the good guys, a useless circle

of fear…death…anguish….anticipation

without reason.


Perhaps tonight I will run through a meadow, freely,

and fear the lovely blooms hide a cactus garden

               at the edge of death

               inside the heart of illness

where do I




©Joelle LeGendre