Time and opportunity
Hounded me
With
Their draining energy
This afternoon.
Too much of each,
Too many options:
What to do?
What to do?
What to do?

Possibilities intrigued
Then
Overwhelmed me
While
A beautiful day
Tried
Seducing me
Into
Mowing the lawn.

On meditation pillows
In a half lotus
In my den
I meditated:
A lizard
Soon
Traveled into
My Mind’s Eye.

The lizard told me
Not to mow the grass
And
Not to do paperwork
And
Not to run errands.

“Sleep,” she said,
“And visit the dream world.”

So, I did.

There, I lived
On a town’s street
I had lived
Many times previous
In
The dream world
And
For a decade
Or so
In the waking world.

It had snowed
So much
That
Several feet
Of
Thick, heavy drifted snow
Covered
Everything
On the cold afternoon.

I shouted playfully
Trying
To
Make avalanches
Tumble off
My house’s roof;
The place a Victorian.

With wonder
With glee,
I
Watched those dislodged chunks
Become
Low clouds until
They
Plopped on my front yard.

Amused
As
I was
By
My discovered ability
To
Clear my roof
Of its burden,
Bill the neighbor
Amused
Me
Even more
By
Shuffling his feet
And
Pumping his arms
While
Pretending to be a train
On
His way to visit
A
Neighbor’s house
Up
The street.

I awoke smiling,
Knowing
Two worlds had again become one
With symbols assembled
Into
A resonating idiosyncratic moment
Of
Past’s present into present into future’s past
In
Non-linear metaphysical art.

“What, Lizard,”
I asked,
“Does it all mean?”

Lizard, who had been basking
On
My deck in the sun
Smiled.
“It means you didn’t mow the grass
Because
You were clearing off your roof.”

I laughed because she was right.
My head was cleared
Like
The roof
And
I could again embrace bliss
In
The waking world…