This is the dream:
She lies under a peach tree
Carelessly running fingers across the bark
Beside her there is a basket of peaches
On her other side a pile of peach stones
The peaches are sunsets
As big as her palm
She eats them full mouthed
The stones are the cores of stars
Still clinging to the yellow
She places these peach stones down
She and the tree they are on an island
Surrounded by a lake
The lake it is a mirror
The stars tread water
There are no waves here.
Everything is still.
The woman she takes a handful of peach stones
Makes them dance with small gestures
She takes them one by one and skims them across the water
Out of the water a bear comes
Pieces of sun stuck in single strands in his fur
The bear reaches her island
Shakes off the night
Take its fur and drapes it over her
They sit beside one another
Peach stones, the woman, and the bear
He tells her all about where he goes in the morning
She laughs but she knows she will never leave this island.
This is how they sleep.
Curled around a basket of sunsets.
Tomorrow they know they will do this dance again
And they smile at the routine.