Today, everything was as it should be, I’m pleased to report.
The trudging along familiar grainy pavements to and from my nine-to-five
– a dreadfully important occupation of course –
eyes down, mind focused
on not getting consumed by this dogged tropical heat and boredom.
The same old impassive structures I pretend to ignore,
secretly wishing I owned one of those small, dark holes in the sky.
The impatient parade of Toyota’s and BMW’s filled with people (like me but richer)
rushing to and from important places at 28.9 km per hour.
But wait a minute!
Look at those plump, buttery clouds
Big bosomed ballerinas secretly waltzing across the horizon…
a dead giveaway!
Beautiful totems in fact (a spinning top would have done nicely too)
reminding me that this really is the dream.