In My Dream (I)

 

 

                         In the dream

                         There was no horizon

                         There was no beginning.

                         Infinity was a desert without boundaries,

                         I wandered on the treadmill of time

                         Between the two poles of eternity.

                         The universe was an open field

                         Illuminated on high by the Milky Way,

                         God did not sit in the heavens

                         I knew my birth had no purpose

                         I was not here by design.

 

 

                         In my sorrow

                         I sat alone in the corner

                         Waved a little toy flag

                         And ate a piece of apple pie.

 

 

 

                                                           Jack Mashman

                                                           1981