I met my dreams
in a dream last night.
They were whining about
the view, the humidity, the
reckless rooms inside my heart.
“We need room for flight”,
they cried. So I’m deconstructing
my tiny house today.
I’m giving my dreams
the starlight as their steeple,
the uncluttered winds
for their kites.
–Monique Duval (from The Persistence of Yellow)