these days
crochet blankets aren’t as warm as they used to be
and my dreams beneath them
aren’t quite as vivid as they used to be.

[I used to be a scavenger,
burrowing for knowledge and love under rocks and hills.
and the treasures I’d find
used to be so much more meaningful to you.]

but these days,
I traverse new territories still unseen
and my dreams rise with each golden sun
and lo, I crawl from beneath the blankets to greet them.