AFTER THE DEEP SLEEP
There will be dipped chocolates waiting in their pleated paper cups.
Blue eggs will be warm in their nests.
Everyone will be wearing crinolines and jazz shoes
and Louis Armstrong will be singing what a wonderful world.
The sky will contain a perpetual sunset that we will watch,
while loving mothers braid our hair.
We will have cravings for blue cheese.
There will be freshly drawn baths at any hour.
We will admire the plum fairies with their delicate bluebell shoes,
while sparrows take a turn around the rink on their shining skates.
Every night, even the lonely will find a dancing partner.
There will be an endless supply of paper and pens
stacked on golden pedestals.
We will sleep in windowed rooms above the ocean
and our beds will be surrounded by creamy gauze.
Birds will carry scrawled messages in their curled talons
from one window to another.
We will write only love letters.
Our god will be a nebulous cloud that never speaks, only listens.
All food will be picked directly off trees.
After this, we will think we know everything.
(First published in Volume 7, Issue 3 of Perigee.)