"Whatever Heaven Offers"

This is how the dream feels:

simple but full

of a strange

mystery too.

I keep reaching into some

kind of bottle or box

for new

blue contact lenses.

I lay them in my eyes

to see

the color of a pale sky.

I am seeing myself 

as a teacher of writing again too.

When I wake up, absolutely

everything feels possible.

I am skywriting

I am rewiring

I am uncluttered and

bathed in

rays of buttery light.

I tell Mary about the

dream and she says

think about this:

contact has a double meaning:

it describes the lenses yes

but it is also the condition

of new touching.

You have fresh vision in a

blue that is

cleansing and purifying.

It’s a wash that makes you

ready to deliver

whatever heaven

offers up.