Menu for Dreams (a little poetry jam)

By: JANA GREENE

I wish there was a menu for dreams,

so I could order

the Puppies and Kittens Special,

and not the heartache of dreaming of old

people, places, and things.

I would choose to dream

of a trip to the mountains,

just as an appetizer,

and dream of all the blues

in the Blue Ridge,

instead of dreaming

I’m lost somewhere,

and alone.

I would choose the

Soaring in the Sky entree,

and dream of flying high

over the earth,

and above all the chaos

And for a side dish,

that dream where I’m a mermaid,

breathing underwater,

instead of the nightmare

where I can’t breathe at all.

For dessert I shall choose the

Dreaming of Heaven,

the sweetest of all dreams.

It will come to the table smartly

dressed in a ganache of peace,

just how I like it,

and I would not

miss the dreams of rejection

one bit.

Yes, I wish there was

a menu for dreams,

for I would choose

a different path

for the astral projection

we call sleep.

Until then,

I’ll wish myself sweet dreams

and wait.

Because some dreams

come true eventually.