They say that, in your dreams,
a polar bear represents a reawakening….
And there;
In sight;
With the full moonlight off white in the night;
Reflecting a scene
of extrasolar plight….
Atop a very tall dirt pillar; a plateau;
Was a dead,
more than half rotted
polar bear
lying on its back—
Skeleton totally exposed….
Partly decomposed;
Half white/
Half hacked—
Face half on
like the matter of fact.
Emptily gazing at the stars.
I looked at the bear;
Then leapt off the plateau
soaring into that night.
That curious night.
So clear—and concise!
So wildly, peacefully, full of advice.
So scary
So lonely
So nice.
At least I can fly in my dreams.