THE DREAMER
by Benjamin Jacques (2022)
What I needed to I named,
paid attention to what I couldn’t see.
What I couldn’t find I gave away.
My left hand didn’t know.
I emptied what needed filling.
Took back words never said.
I counted before I knew my numbers.
I slept until the stars had faces.
Who travels slow
Will travel far
Who dreams of dying
Will wake in joy
So do not grudge me
a coat of colors
I weave together
All I dream.
