You come to me at nap time
And show me worlds no one but me knows about
beautiful and strange
they break the bands of space and time
and slip between the twilight
of my mind
ghostly mirage lake of
beauty that I want to catch
but never can
like catching a single strand
between arthritic thumbs
I ache to spin your gold
Before the world
And show them
What my mind’s eye sees

Gypsy-whippsy
                           swishing tail
trott on spindley legs
                    and drink gallons of water
the ball? No I didn't ask you to bring me the ball
            Can't you see that I'm trying to write
                                        won't you leave me alone mutt?
            but you wont you keep emploring
                                         with big floppy brown eyes
and a cold wet nose
                          the bone? NO I didn't ask for it either!
Sheesh where do you get off stealing my time
                                    since when did you pay rent?
                  I say as I toss the ball away
                         and look down at the keyboard once more
                    only to find in the corner of my eye
                                          the ball trotting back to me
                        on spindley legs
and laughing brown eyes
                           knowingly drop the ball in my lap;
                                              this is what I needed to do
                                                          writ­e now