amyclark0615
Watering My Dreams
I water my dreams in drips and drops,
Spacing out the nutrients like a miser
Afraid that the golden treasure will run out.
I water my dreams like a nervous gardener,
afraid of both giving too much and not enough,
so my dreams grow in spurts, varying between
lush vibrancy and stark bare branches,
starving for fuel.
I water my dreams like they are a pack of angry dogs,
and I’m afraid of getting too close.
I move toward them one inch at a time,
holding my breath, and hoping that the next step
isn’t the one that causes them to bite.
Comments