we grow into the bones of our dreams...

 

we grow into the bones of our dreams

slowly

in daylight we may not notice 

their distinctive curved and oh so subtle landscape

we may not notice we are there 

alive in the marrow

inside the curves

visible only in soft periferal focus

the kind of vision that awakens 

when you walk at twilight

the kind urban dwellers

are often starved for

we grow into the bones of our dreams

slowly

and perhaps we awaken to see 

we never left

—Lorena Wolfman