this weekend while away I dreamed I could fly
but only through windows with sashes pulled down,
dimmed blue sky

sometimes frantically caught in corridors
gasping for air, seeking egress

and I awake – I believe –
to return home to find
a sparrow barely breathing
behind the porch screen

did I dream your dream last night?

searching for you out of windows
drawn down to nothing but sky forever twilit

somewhere between Ochre and Indigo

Chagall 2020