SATURATED THOUGHTS

a poem

As I wonder

I look up into the night sky

I lose myself, and suddenly

The surreal polka-dotted darkness becomes reality

I am warped into an undimensional world

These dots are thoughts

They burn and explode

The vivid image begins to die

Why are there so many?

Why are they so bright?

They’re my dreams

And, they know I just might…

a self-directed poem captured from 1996