half awake and dreaming
i long to remember my dreams. this afternoon i had a short nap and dreamed that i was a leopard sitting on a chair inside tokyo wondersite. imagination weary, i summon all that i have if only to begin to feel. to recreate what was once there that brought me to make this dance, that brought me to move. what is the basic unit of dance? this morning i learned it’s imagination. after drunken night, lucky not to miss the train, i know i drop into a long needed slumber and fast into dreamland. maybe, going thru the events from the past day or two that just passed or images of home. a boy sitting beside me on a jeepney, a boy who is not mine, lying on my lap. longing to be embraced. i embrace him…
