Field Notes - #8 - Somewhere in the World Over Coffee

Memories happen when dreaming.
A stolen moment of distance and sound.

Everyhting looked crystal clear for a while.
We both could see so far out into the future, 

not into the sun, but through the sun, we could
stare through the sun without blinking, no pauses

just flow. Then when I asked  for cranberries & green grass 
it all went hazy —- no prisms, zero angles for light

to reflect off of the glass; just celestial promises
that danced above our bed in the very middle of the night. 

You're not supposed to write like this. You're not supposed
to want like this. Desire is a force, a flood, a tidal wave,

a green light that's forever flashing on: somewhere
in the world over coffee the sun is rising behind us