Fever Dream

I woke up, finally

(Father, open our eyes)

But I had to pull myself, force myself

From a wild-wonderful-hypnotic world of sleep and dreams

(Father, open our eyes)

Clint Eastwood was there, teaching a dance class

They were learning the electric slide, I was in the back row;I knew the dance already

I wanted to talk to him, though, but he was busy.

Quincy Jones’ son Bob was there somewhere, wanting my hand in marriage

(Father open our eyes)

But prior to all that my family had come down

To the 63rd street police station to file some type of report but

the police were ignoring us, talking to another superior officer,

and finally sent us across the alley to another police station,

where we had to get ID’s made for

something;

Tony was there, Simone too. Jason drove us in his black/gray Range Rover that was sort of long and

utilitarian inside, like a school bus

(Father, open our eyes)

It’s fading now, its all fading very fast,

And the music and sound of traffic outside my window

where I am sleepingon the sofa,

Helps pull me from a cold sweat,

From dream state toward wake-up reality.

The sickness has drained away.

It has been deep, healing sleep.

It is nearly afternoon

(Father, open our eyes)

I finally stand, wobbly, thirsty,

and thank Jesus for my life and my family and friends and

I cry just a little