The dream saw you before you woke
The creek the clear creek leaving the lake
Where it was possible to see a temperature
Where you dream had run in desperation
Your sleep was maudlin
You casted one incipient belief after another sploshing through Canada
Smart you think as you notice a life underground
You thought you might be crazy to love in such complexity
In your dream you drew your body over dam after dam
Scrape the crust off an idyll 'til it's bloody
Incise with Swiss steel
Don't cauterize
Watch for colour
On my arms and legs marks of a forest scored my skin marks of refusals
Further down dense vegetation rallied throughout my lungs
And I scuttled to the side of the trail reading a sign screwed to an oak tree
A boundary sign
The language was blue on white on metal and hinted at a calendar year
I moved through anyway
Now when I imagine futures I try to imagine the actions of forests
Objects of regeneration being the futures we have always acted of
This story this boundary being one of many
You dream finds a job
You work nights mornings too
The creek is cold but your legs never get so
Break off
Spend as much as you can on words
Throw dirt over
Water