Dreamt

Cycling an anxious road
in a mind where day turns to night in an instant.
Where dead ends are marked as through streets,
unfinished bridges left unmarked
over endless ravines.

My body feels small as it falls asleep,
yet limitless as it dreams of flight and kitchen fires.
My mind haunted by dreams of reality
clinging to me well into the afternoon.

Asking my husband if that was a dream-
when I was wearing the purple sweater
despite the sweltering heat
and we talked about getting Thai food for dinner
but went to the taco stand instead.

He raises his eyebrows.
"Ok, that was a dream,
but do you want Thai food now?"

So we ride our bikes out for dinner.
He takes the lead,
sailing through stoplights
down named boulevards,
crossing well lit streets
and finished bridges.
So unlike the ones I ride in my mind
tunneled through my own thoughts
and into the frightening dreamt reality
of my own wakeful sleeping self.