Floral Daydream

Somewhere in a spacious field beyond this world,

I fall backwards and allow lush undergrowth to catch me.

I’m surrounded…

by soothing lavender, delicate dandelions, lucky clovers.

The sun’s rays catch the dewdrops on the grass, and all I can see is

dazzling light.

The soil beneath is a comfort, smooth and pillow-like.

I surrender and sink deeper, becoming

the roots of the trees towering above.

Trees trying to keep secrets safe- cardinals and bluebirds

hidden within a thick tangle of branches,

their presence only revealed by the symphonies they sing.

But their songs fade and blur

into the budding landscape,

for this is simply a vibrant, vivid vision,

dancing behind heavy, half-opened eyes.

I am vaguely aware of the afternoon, of the

saturated sunlight that seeps through the blinds,

of the mundane tasks that contest for my attention.

I’m dazed and unfazed and can’t really recall them anyways.

For now, relevance belongs to the spacious field beyond this world.

I give in, to the lingering drowsiness, and my lashes flutter

gently, at first, like the wings of a delicate creature…

before suddenly snapping shut, transforming into something heavier, hungrier-

a Venus-fly trap capturing what I’ve been craving all this time-

dreams unsupervised by the oversaturated sun.