cats and bowls of fruit

living in a house with my many cousins
and their bowls of fruit
they leave them anywhere 
lopsided mandalas

and i want to arrange them for their benefit
and mine, i suppose
seeking order

the psyche responds
another brutal blast to the world house
attempts repair in the kitchen
is the dream a prayer?

nurturance
setting the bowls in a row
so that each will wake up to fruit to start their day
the cousins
or aspects of self
or every living soul

i go to my mother's house then
like stepping back and i have to stay the night
doesn't feel quite right
when there is work to do

she moves through her own kitchen in the dream
and we greet, but she floats away
i'm left to be careless and break a glass
into a thousand shards
 
a cat and her kitten approach
my mind goes to their tender paws
and i move to shield
but nothing bad happens
seems to be a returning theme

the glass is there
the cats are safe
the world isn't and it is
there might have been more to it
why i went there in the first place
just out of reach
as i awake

11/15/15