BABY BENGAL ~~a dream

Somewhere in a mid-western state, Harry is singing his song in a parking lot, of an elementary school. He has a full band backing him. His voice beautiful resounding over the whole lot. Kathy is trying to get money to fund him.

He deserves it, she says. So do I, I say under my breath feeling rather empty inside.

I run to an open field of grass some of the blades are yellowing but it is pure space under blue skies and sunshine. Uncanny for this time of year in a midwestern state.

Three men running behind me with a baby Bengal tiger at their side. One of the men has blood dripping down his face. The baby Bengal unleashes and bolts towards me–his mouth wide open in a smile is about to knock me over.

I wake up to find Bodhi, my little dog fast a sleep at my feet.

Baby Bengal tiger
what are we going to do
together
we share the world
a million journeys ahead

Genie Nakano, 3 . 6 . 21