To walk and breathe deeply
and have enough to eat
and love someone
then to keep walking,
that is the First Dream, before and beyond the first illusions.
Detours and shortcuts, beckoning..
take us to darker places- thin of air, lonely, empty and rough,
where others are shouting
“Here! Now! No! Stop!”
It is there that the illusion becomes the Dream
and walking becomes a dissipating hope..