Hints and Glimpses

I don’t know about you

but I have these

strange moments

hints and glimpses

of the something else

the great unknowable

as if Gaia or God

dreams us up

we exist constellated

into substance

for a quick minute

in the stretch

of the infinite timeline

much like our own

ideas or children

consciousness manifest

in substance

Someone dreams

of walking and talking

things happen

dream thinking they are awake

Someone walks and talks

things happen

I say “You are awake,

I’m here, this IS happening.”

He looks deep into me

and asks in earnest

“How can you tell for sure?”

Somewhere a wise old lizard

hundreds of years old

crawls through the dream time

of a long life, perhaps many lifetimes

I too can recall some times

back then back when

things seemed so

real, certain, fixed

many lifetimes ago

The best and worst

of times all just ideas

in my mind pictures

in boxes with some fading

and tint changing

old tapes movies

of us back then

documentation

life really happened

as remembered and forgotten

Other life times of

wars, betrayals and loyal heroics

lovers, children, fortunes lost 

and remade days and nights 

of heaven, hell 

and numbed indifference

a dream to the demented

or the built in forgetter

inherent in human nature

allowing repetition repetition

disappeared in the day’s doings

re-minded, re-membered

re-lived in reveries

flashbacks, dreams

“All the live long day”

shifts in consciousness

hints of glimpses

walking and talking

the cosmic dream of real life

lives us.