Dreams came and went last night
and I've not remembered one
though that doesn't mean they're not
lingering somewhere inside
and some sudden direction taken,
some words in some order spoken,
some silence at just the right time
may be their fulfillment.
                                           What is unknown
to me is not, however, unknown
and that's a fact long ignored:
I think I'm always doing what
I'm doing but I may be
                                          doing more.