Caught Among Cacti (Based On Actual Dream) Poem by Mona Lisa Aspiras

A soccer field-length
Grassy field
Former recess playground
of my former elementary school.
Now, in my strange old dream,
I find myself transported there.
The perimeter of the field,
Lined with cactus plants,
The stereotypical plant of the desert,
holding its limbs up high,
Its body filled with thorns.
The difference?
The dream-like quality
Of the cactus plants
Having human mouths,
and not only,
they - the cacti -
talk to me in a never-ending chatter.
It's so surreal.
It's almost cartoon-like,
Except being a dream,
Makes it normal.
Or is it normal for a child
To have a strange dream
Of talking cacti.