a dream

a dream i woke up with....

easy one.....quick and easy......
(preface it with bone sighs (my art and writing) are
part of me. that's how i describe them when i'm tellin'
someone about them, and that's what i truly think of them as.)

standing there holding an empty, damaged box. there should
have been a bone sigh in it. it had been shipped to someone.
given to someone, wrapped up in bubble wrap to protect it.
a lot of our stuff goes out on consignment, no guarantee the
people will pay for it, it's an act of trust.

it was missing.
no sign of the bone sigh.
the box damaged.

i stood there and held the box and looked at everyone around
me bewildered. they didn't know it was missing. they didn't
know the box had been damaged. they didn't even look. they
hadn't noticed.

woke up saying what i was sayin' in the dream.

"how could they not know??"

wow.

how could they not know?

at first, the dream totally rattled me.

just saw it as part of me missing.
damaged.
all that stuff.

thing is....the bone sigh wasn't damaged.
well.....i don't know....it was missing.

okay great.
i've got part of me missing.
great.

and now, as i try to focus on what will take me somewhere,
i think...okay, now i know. now they know.

how do i get that bone sigh back??

i can stand here and look at a damaged box.....
or i can toss that box away, find my bone sigh....
and figure out if i want to send it again or not.

do you get a stronger box?
do you wrap it in more bubble wrap?
do you give it in a different manner?
do you give it to the same recipient?

ah, questions for the soul.
all the time focusing on where i need to go.........

but let's not forget....
first i gotta get that bone sigh back.