Double Dream

One day I dreamed a tiny dream

and dreamed of dreaming up a dream,

conjured from my brighter side

dancing in the high-day sun,

sand between my tiny toes,

hands and fingers up and reaching far,

far out into a web of stars.

But, in the dream, my dark side rose

and howled a wolf onto the moon,

chased a rabbit down a hole,

savage supper all I caught,

until I woke up in this dream

and jumped into a well - to cool -

before I woke up in my dream.

Facing Andrew

It’s not too easy

facing a boy

who looks at you sideways

without fear or anger

but softly and friendly

wiser in brainbox

and subtle in secret

hearing the feeling

rhythm and obvious

you and him here, now,

drilling no damage

softening edges

beating the beating,

tip, of your hardening heart.