On Dreaming

It’s harder to sleep when I’m not at home.

I have no dreams when I’m all alone.

They say it gets easier after a while,

To be still and free and eventually smile.

And yet, I won’t have any dreams,

Until I can understand what it means.

What it means to feel at home in a different spot,

And to breathe in the air that feels too hot.

Heavy and hot, the sheets are too thick,

Twirling around, my body becomes slick

With sweat but now I’m way too cold,

And I still haven’t done what I have been told:

To be still and free and eventually smile,

Must mean the “eventually” is well over a mile.

Miles from home and losing sleep,

Where the memories live that I try and keep

Keep in my mind when I lie wide awake,

Busy boggled by the future I am forced to make.

Making a future doesn’t come overnight.

But dreams do, so I hope with all my might:

Though I am far from home, I can still pray,

That my dreams will land where they may.