Serendipity

revised 2011

3:01 pm

slumping sleepily at my desk,

lulled by a chorus of buzzes, signals, cubicle chatter

and a siren from forty-eight floors below.

But dreams can surprise – they cannot be predicted.

I’m transported into a dark room,

oak bookcases floor to ceiling,

a fireplace burning,

sunrays piercing the 12 pane windows.

A summer wind moves up the remote road

branching off into the rocky stream-bed,

bending the limbs , rustling the leaves of my mind.