Weird, weird dreams

Howl at the moon,

What about a cat? Meow.

Running down the stairs

These neverending stairs.

Scoop that litter

Water that plant

⁃ who is knocking?

An alarm a scream a siren.

Sirens in the deep, depths of

These oceans with waves

I don’t know how I’m breathing;

Has my tail turned itself to legs?

Webbed feet, webbed fingers,

Multi-coloured hair and fingernails

Diving deeper and deeper.

What year is it? Am I allowed to ask?

Lucidly, I scream at the others below

Me, “What year is it?!” They all

Suddenly look up, as if an intruder

Appeared - then I am sucked away,

Away to another Universe,

I was not supposed to stay.

I still don’t know what year it is.

Why are we climbing up these stairs?

Mother? Aunty? The Buddha over

There? To the top of these stairs,

We will meet it?

Over there, across those mountains,

You will see from the top, it’s over

There.