The image of mice with eggs
That woke you up from your dream:
So incongruous, so wrong
That it sticks in your memory
Like it sticks in my memory
And might stick in the memory
Of anyone who reads this:
Crossing over into consciousness.
There’s a part of your brain that’s awake
Thinking while watching your dream:
Mice can’t have eggs:
Mammals have placenta!
When I think about this image
I remember a childhood golden book story:
Bunny rabbits with colorful painted eggs:
This could be a dream of spring.
