“The Sociality of Dreams”
This is going to be a very short poem,
because there couldn’t possibly be anything new to say
about the light shining down from the clouds
in the field of flowers where we dance.
It’s not my light and it’s not your light—
but that’s not quite right.
It belongs to all of us,
which is not to say
you mustn’t have your own fire.
For you must.
