it’s thoughts that wake you
those uninvited guests
dropping by
during dreamtime
bearing rousing lists
taxes
insurance
accounts

they are the unexpected dinner guests
that came too early
and won’t stop talking
and they want you to think
they are all
important

you’re feeling taxed
and understanding
nothing
is really
insured
living
is your accounting

those dreamtime crashers
may have stirred you
but it’s poetry that’s worth getting up for

what matters is that cheddar-colored crescent
hanging
just outside your window
tangled with the clouds

escort those unsolicited
callers
to the door
though they’ll leave
their party favors
brightly packaged and empty
inside

invite the moon into your dwelling
and your dreams
this is your accounting
for all
of what it’s worth