Dreams All Packaged 5.27.2008 Poem by Margaret Alice

Want to collect stones and shells, little space,
many books, dreams all packaged, knowing the
limitations of reality: I cannot sit and stare at a fire,
so gathering driftwood and leaves to construct
interesting things to fill fire-moments, impatient
until escaping from one-dimensional reality as
represented by fire and sand and dinner and eating
and staring – when I want to discover the secret
nature of different reality systems, one physical
reality being too small, my brain is constrained,
mind all tied up, no experience of metaphysics;
New Age Literature enlarges the imagination,
teaching this is a benevolent universe and we
make our own decisions within the choices life
offers, reading esoteric books hoping someday,
dreams and theories will turn into reality…