Calicoed Tail

Follow the white dog
follow her cotton fanned tail
as it swishes through a crumbling ruin where only stairs remain
From way down here surrounded by grey
an apocalyptic vision of the earth is what stains the mind body and Spirit.
causing nothing but heart ache and pain
Is this the right dream? Is this the wrong dream?
It’s Dreaming all the same.
If I stay down here amongst the rubble and the smoke
I think my heart will give out before my lungs are choked
bones cracking like duck shell no strength to go on,
wrists wispy and willowy wanting nothing at all.

Eyes         turn         up

Cotton fanned tail is still swishing                                    back,
forth,                                                                                                                                           back,
forth.
forthright in her movement somehow calling my name
A voice tumbles down marble and hangs on to my frame; 

‘stop letting Fear stop you from participating in your own life’

A jolt to my brain.
Sure minded not sure footed my legs begin to rise
shakey in my placement as I climb this existential maze 
Tail climbs 
I climb                   
us and the moss covered stairs no wall no rail no hand to hold just you If you fall, you fall.
Then what? 

Get.         Back.         Up.

A frame is there ochred and chipped calicoed tail disappears with one final
swiiiiiiissssssh!
Rising now rising still
sparkles of violet light come shinning from this peak
One More Step and I can reach for the frame.
Step.
Oak splinters my palm the pain makes it real dilated pupils adjust as all becomes clear.

Haze settles
earthen skyscrapers shoot out
patchwork meadows
A world beyond my imagination,                                                                                       waiting. 
Waiting for us all.