Stuff of Dreams

the stuff of dreams, are dreams—

night filaments,
day filaments,
dreams in dreams

unlit, some dreams recede in day,
they spark only at night (they choose
the graveyard shift— as blown in day
as dead air on radio) so I buzz
sometimes awake through day until
the sun goes down
—I just dilute the buzz till empty reigns,
till dreams wake up when slumber comes
then dreaming does what dreaming does
— it comes around

as might be said in speech,
daydreams are insistent tales of light
while nocturnal ones are of the greyer
push and pull of night

I dream dreams that won’t accede to shifts
as I’m sure others do
who love the work of dreaming too

in day I dream, sometimes

sometimes, I dream at night

Jim Culleny
4/26/22