I had my cereal with raisins
And bananas before bed
So I woke up not hungry
For anything but the poetry
Of last night’s dreams.
Last night, I climbed a green wet hill
To meet someone.
On the way I walked through a cemetery with old open mosaleums
With sheep sleeping
In their crypts.
I lye down on one
And fell asleep
Thinking how relaxed they rest.
In my dream
On the way
To meet someone
Up that wet hill.