recollection (dreams blossom like a garden)

recollection (dreams blossom like a garden)

The dream of your trees and my dream

still flow together in the night…

“The Flow of Memories,” Jorge Luis Borges

yes my darling a dot
 on the fathometer is
tinkerbelle with her cough
"Knee Song," Anne Sexton

is writing recollection

creation

correction

or misdirection

in my dreams

with no Freudian eels

no Jungian Morlocks

no paintings stretching around the room

you transmogriphy

not like a mermaid off port

but a shapeshifter

among these women i have failed

these recollections from

eating greek yogurt laced with honey

walking down the aisles of grocery stores

listening to Marvin Gaye we never shared

finding an Anne Sexton poem in your hand

i am in a perpetual state of remembering

drafting and revising the pieces to this puzzle

that reassemble a map to all these places

like a memory called and recalled in a dream

in these words i recollect

i create

i correct

i misdirect