Dream Time

from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice

I fell asleep on the couch and dreamt 
that I was writing a poem about time.
Beautiful words blurred
in my dreamy vision, 
and when I woke, 
they were gone. 
Still, it is a delight to dream in verse.
It’s consolation knowing that 
when you slow down and give
yourself over to an afternoon nap, 
a dream might appear, reward you
with a line about slowing down time,
or was it about using time wisely,
or was it about remembering 
time is an imaginary, made up thing?