Of Fields and Attics

for Arthur

He stares into space
Losing himself in the fields of imagination.
No matter the place
No matter the time
He can always find refuge in its deep green waters.
Finding there his dreams and desires
Binding them about with ribbons
To store in the attic of his mind
So as never to be forgotten.

Rae Douglass
"A Flea in her Ear" Rehearsal