Writing about myths

is to write about dreams

Which dreams, you ask?

The idea of dreams

from working with a psychologist

or the dreams of

Your own inner being?

The dreams within

that cause you to wonder

at it all

The dreams that say…

Hey wait a minute. 

That’s not where I’m going 

with this

The dreams that wake you

and cause you to wonder

Where you are

in the present tense?

A laughable thought

or to wonder where 

you are going

It doesn’t matter then

what happens next

You’re not wed to the future

any more than to the past

It’s dreams of awakening,

of forgetfulness

Not severed by a cord

to any place, time, or thought at all

This is the dream

Your having now

This dream..

Oh wait! 

What dream was that?

That  dream has been shattered 

by the dreams that burst  in

through that one,

or another one,

or through dreams that came before,

or yet to come

This dream

A  dream to be continued

beyond the world of dreaming  

to a place of dreaming

by the way

What happened to myths?

Did I dream about them?

Or am I dreaming now?