In some Dreams
I’m moon-walking
In heavy boots
Held down
By magnets
To stop me falling
Unable to run
Floating, tethered
Still attached by
The umbilical cord
Connecting, soundlessly
Drifting away
Without fear
Yet fearful
Stepping on clouds
On silver trails
Weightless
Yet heavy
Air streaming past
Syrupy and thick
In slow motion
Not waiting
Disconnected
Yet attached
Confused, yet clear
Urgently whispering
Yet when I wake
I cannot recall
Although there is
an urgency
A matter unresolved
Needing my attention
In the back of my mind
Lurking, it waits.