Sitting here

I sit here, empires and sunrises chaotic in my head
space platforms, gingham picnic baskets, violins,
gallumphing knights, classrooms, hospital tents, mountains,
hot apple pies, meadows, hot air balloon flights, ponies,
wine tasting, cookies, ballgowns, waltzing, echoes,
wings, canoes, water weeds, clouds, Scott Joplin,
banners, white tents on grassy hilltops, crickets,
solitary sunrises, dinner with friends, theatre seats,
dragons, princesses and elephants taking up my time.
The glamour of it all makes me wish I could be jealous
of myself. Then once in a while I return to surface to find
the clock and the computer screen dozing in front of me
as I wonder where my next reader is coming from.
In my crazy trance I see someone smiling faintly
grunting agreement then perhaps a tear trickles off
the tip of her nose, or he gulps, returns to life, wiser and
fulfilled. Excuse me for a moment: I have to
clean up the dragon scales and elephant poop.