Dreams are easy to catch,

they flit past us in thick droves.

I have a closetful and don’t know

what to do with them. They

don’t like to be molded, they

spring back to their old shapes

if you let them go, the more you

hold them, the more ridiculous the

thought of taming them becomes.

Like butterflies, they’re in the air,

like butterflies they never look the same

when you catch them and put them in a jar.

Better if they can fly and take you

with them.

by Cher Bibler