Have I written all the poems

I’ve had in my head?

They’ve unraveled like thread

Til they’re done,

But then I fall asleep and dream

And another ball of yarn emerges

On the scene.

I reach to take it back

To reality with me

And only catch the end,

But I begin to pull it

To me as I wake,

And little bits of rhymes shake out

Upon my lap.

Sometimes one mysterious letter,

Like an X,

Falls in, unfettered from the string,

And when I read the message

Between the lines,

It spells to me,

“The dream IS the reality.

Keep dreaming and keep believing 

In Poetry.”

-jenn