Clouds break apart and the sun paints a bright rectangle on my office wall.
The hint of a dream runs across consciousness
And I want to fall asleep and chase it.
Just a flash of some day on the river long ago
Or was it heaven
We were young then. All of us still alive.
A thick rope swinging from a high branch
The water dappled by the shade of the overhanging boughs
The iron scent from the white spray of the shoals above the blue hole
The motorcycles, parked on kickstands in the tall weeds.
I want to fall asleep and chase it.
To leave these papers here on my desk
These circles of margin notes, highlighted paragraphs,
Ex-outs and addenda
And follow the rabbit down the hole
It will come out in sunlight, I know.