Dream Mantra

I tell my romping mind
to share its dreams, to bring
back a slice of the
surreal pork chop for me.
Licking my fingers I lie down to sleep
stalking the next dream, asking it
to stamp my passport to lucid land.

Next time I’m dreaming,
            I will remember I’m dreaming…

Flipping through photographs I recognize one—
me becoming lucid.  Yes, I’ve been here before.
Is this the house where I grew up?  No, not quite…
I know that somewhere I am sleeping, that
I am wrapped in that somewhere like a present.
The present can be whatever I want it to be…
as long as I can read that it’s addressed to me.