Poetry About Escaping Reality

A dragon waits where the envelope is due. I turn one page and leave the kitchen table. Forests open beyond the unpaid hour. For a while, another danger feels more honest. Refuge can lend the tired mind a window. Morning still asks me to return and choose.

Look again from the quieter edge. I turn one page and leave the kitchen table. A smaller detail changes the whole scene. For a while, another danger feels more honest. Attention loosens the first easy answer. Morning still asks me to return and choose.

A dragon waits where the envelope is due. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Forests open beyond the unpaid hour. It returns us to fantasy, avoidance, dreams, art, relief, responsibility, and the line between refuge and disappearance. Refuge can lend the tired mind a window. The day continues with a more attentive heart.