Where do your dreams go when they wander free?
Do they settle on one time or place,
or stumble the path of unfamiliarity
where past and present coexist,
but future is a point far in the distance?
And I wonder when you dream, if you see a face?
Is it someone from long, long ago?
Or someone you might like to know?
Most paths we choose don’t follow set rules
no straight lines to get there from here
filled with twists, turns and bends, forks and dead ends
so we test out the waters, dipping our toes,
deciding if we should dive in.
Sometimes I dream of someone I’ve known
but often I don’t dream at all,
searching for clarity inside of disparity
it’s no wonder we pause or forestall—
so I’ll ask, noncommittally, without any bias:
Where do your fantasies fall?
© Ginny Brannan 2023
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