Impossibilities Poem by Edwina Reizer

Why do I dream of impossibilities?
I wish them to leave my head.
Why don't I dream of practical things
while I am in bed?
Can't control what I dream at night.
If I could I'd catch the morning light
and make it stay with me,
never ending, always there,
no closing my eyes or saying a prayer.
Just wakefulness, no dreams anymore.
I could return to how I was before.
Before? Before what?
I find there's only now.
And the now is filled with impossibilities
just like my dreams somehow.