Gummy Snakes

Dozing, I swoop on dream smoke miasma curls, a nuptial swarm of words streaming in flight. I snare them in the air like insects caught by swifts and swallows soaring, darting and swirling aloft. These words exude as spurts from a cauldron of mumbling ooze, while a lie slumbering, half-and-half awake, eyes closed, drowsy. Like misty droplets, these wayward, homeless, lost and lonely words alight on leaves of contemplation, coalescing to form rivulet snakes teeming with meaning streaming like tears into consciousness. These gummy snakes are a mixed lot of all-sorts. Some are deep, fecund and profound. Others are silly, shifty and shallow. On gossamer wings, on maiden flights, like swifts and swallows they flip and flutter, soar and swirl, begging to be caught flying.