parallels

two rabbits chase each other through the tall grass.
it’s dusk,
the rustle is lost in the evening breeze.
trees are swaying overhead.

there’s this one dream I have 
where the wheels fall off
on the highway. 
	it’s a half moon.
the roadstop glow at the side of the road. the ditch. 
anyways,

the rabbits are chasing each other again.
it’s night, the half moon. lights from two planes
blink softly overhead, one trailing the other.

I have not been back here for many years,
this still familiar place, this dream. 

Here, a short scene:
	it is summer, 4am, still dark
	suburbs
	birds are singing softly in the trees
	
Another:
	an hour earlier down a different street
	a couple stands on the yellow line,
	holding each other to the middle of the road, softly, crying
	home

two rabbits, two planes, two lights, the chase. 
	the ditch. the dream.  
                                                   oh right

I’ve seen this reel before, unfolding 
in front of me the same way every time. the puzzle pieces fitting together, the same order. 

Where do we go 
to find the edges of ourselves? the humidity makes it hard to breathe