The trick is

 

to start the day before it begins while remaining fast asleep.
Stitch a dream lengthwise (with temerity thread or twists of
zeal floss) to tomorrow, say, Wednesday, which will disallow
the rift between dreaming (sincere ergo superior) and consciousness
(insincere ergo inferior). Holler at reality that it has been
tethered (seems only fair), and from then on it’s Wednesday
the dream’s all about.

                                             The trick is
to realize it isn’t a nightmare, but, innocently, quite the opposite:
honest oodles of incidental ion with all certitude mythologized,
control rendered illusion, perpetuity delimited; not only behind
shut lids and rapid ocular motion, but also, say, at Wednesday
lunch over cauliflower and cheese.

                                               The trick is
to remember it’s really happening and isn’t all just a dream,
which must be let go when the time comes, since it can’t
be Wednesday forever. So snip the stiches one by one as
each arrives at midnight, and with the last give a generous
shove, then wake up to greet the next day.

 

About the Author

William Goulet resides in Cornwall, Connecticut. His work has appeared in Tipton Poetry Journal. His play “Filler” was produced at Paradise Factory, 64 E. 4th, NYC.