Daydream Connection

Daydream Connection

In the droning beat
of the angry sermon,
the voice unpeels
a rind of arousal.

Sun—
golden sunlight
melts away the veil.
A tender connection
to the hidden world,
where I encountered
a little beast—

—the way our eyes
and souls had touched
revealing feelings
which hold no words.
We are connected—
all of us
beings,
being—

even the eyes
in the dream, being
the eyes of another,
being the pattern that
connects us.

We knew the other
for just a moment—
a lifetime of hours
are now soured

in fruitless yearning
to return to that fire—
if only I knew
where to return.
Instead, I open
my eyes and nod,

pretending to listen
to talk of God.