That Which Binds Us, a Beautiful Dream

Last night I dreamed a dream
So real and visceral with faces and details
Characters plucked from one world
And playing parts in this fantasy one
I could feel the emotion of others
I could feel my own excitement
Those are the bits that last, somewhat
As sunlight and time pass
And the reality of both
Living and breathing and co-existing
Disintegrate
When we dream of utopia
We wake on a steep cliff
Aware we are already falling
But rather than sound fading
And wind screaming, singing to nothing
Pictures and stories die
First slowly, then rather fast
Like they never were
Unless we call upon the dreaming again
Lucidly or with a bit of luck
Stumbling upon Narnia
The intervention of magic
Delivers us our favorite plots
Oh to yet again feel that scene
Happily belonging
Anxiously diving in
The chatter of teammates
The conjecture of heroism
Perhaps she will astound them all
I secretly rooted for another
Even though she wasn’t ours
A few charged words of banter
I badly wanted to impress a friend
Bat in hand
A few practice swings
Every muscle at attention
My brethren were ready to play
The absence of mockery
The insistence of amazing
A mere moments away
A crowd cheering
Not one condescending murmur
Not one fragile ego scowling
Among a bit of everyone
His world, my world, her world, their world
Just baseball

Today is International Haiku Day. And of course, April is National Poetry Month. I have been struggling with keeping up with writing, something I know many if not all of us can relate to. Back in February of 2015, I started regularly writing haiku, mostly daily, in the efforts of being sure to continue to write. I had started while on a trip in Spain visiting the Spanish Sierra Nevadas and Sherry bodegas. Six years later, I still do which is nice. It really helps simplify my thoughts, keep me sane, that sort of thing. I highly recommend the practice. Here are a few Sherry inspired Haikus I never managed to share previously for an event last month.