by Hazel Benson
in dreams we tread
through dewey rivers
in Bryophyta country
the moss forest
where no one can find me
i indulge in this gentle grazing
pace of life; this alien forest
alongside my baggy teddy bear
the world i know so big
attacks my ears
and the relentless pushing
for what i don’t even know
its concerns are not visible
i think i’ll keep on dreaming
in the microcosm
a little longer