Type Dreams

Three blank canvasses lean plastic wrapped against a hallway corner wall Upstairs are boxes filled with paints and brushes and several sets of knives Finished signed framed paintings hang throughout the house Woodcarvings adorn shelves in Germany, Florida, and other homes Each Boston Whaler built after the moon landing boasts a drying chine line A winged unicorn tenses to leap aloft as the naked nymph upon her senses freedom Each caught in a twirl of cut planed and polished cedar grain pattern Some things sensed are meant to be while others wait in hallways Or clatter constrained in cloud castle courtyards Hands strive to shape the forms that sing in wordless passion As frustration fills a page with empty words