Dream #43

Up and down, creaking white 
stairs dusted with emptiness, 
a book case book-ends my
confusion of place, fading small
images of children decorate
the growing goosebumps 
along my arms “take what you need”
an omniscient voice beckons me
to the pantry piled with sustenance
for the journey ahead. Recoiling 
the steps it took to get me here,
I don’t know how to get home, 
to move my ankles and tense 
my toes against cotton, to lift 
my eyes open and inhale the early 
morning dust of stillness.