In a dream
we have football fields
trails, a ski course, a lodge
the obstacle course never ends
we conquer the unconquerable
gently over and over again
the pace just right
never tired
except at night
when we walk
and notice
the fallen leaves
wet against the concrete
precursors to another dream
we wish not to escape
as reality remains
a place for prompting dreams
of what will become
of us and our hopes.