Dream Threads

​In the morning, 
the world came rushing in through my ears, 
a taste of something toasting in the kitchen invaded my mouth, 
sunlight from the hallway accosted my eyes 
and the dream shredded 
But I want to hang on, 
so I tease out the threads
I was walking in a bubble
Everyone else was walking in a bubble
some in pairs
The shimmering bubble lifting magically
off the sidewalk
with each step
Germ bubbles
or snow globes?
    Is that how we cope
    or is that how we give up hope?
    Like a Rolling Stone lyric
   Selfish shelters sing
   Hey Hey Hee Hee get offa my cloud
        Are they permeable?
        Are they peaceable?
        Are they permanent?
    Without the flakes or glitter
    Is it a flight of fancy
    or a glimpse of our socially distanced future?
    I’d rather sleep 
    than take a peep
    at this dystopian dreamscape 
    where everyone is allowed to be self-involved, 
    encouraged even 
    by their seldom shared shimmering enclosures.

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