In a dream I thought I was a fugitive,
trapped in a house.

I peaked outside and saw the
the Chief of the State Police

in the middle of a large crowd,
and I knew he was looking for me.

I thought about hiding under a bed,
too obvious.

I thought about hightailing it out
the back door of the house.

Then I realzed the police would
probably be out there.

I wondered if there was an attic
or a crawl space

I could find a trap door or a loose
ceiling tile to climb up into.

Then I woke up still a fugitive
for a few moments

until I gratefully realized that
it had all been a dream,

and I was a free man
who hadn’t committed any crimes.

Bob Boyd