reality afterwards.

you, you're real -- ?

and I lived on a mountain.
with an opera singer who made a flaming volcano cake.
a diamond way buddhist. a slovenian architect.
a giver of dating advice, a gardener, and a MIT graduate.
and mice. yes, the mice.

we celebrated our farewells with feathers and face paint.
danced and paraded on the trampoline.
and the night rang with laughter.

- - - -

now I'm back where I started a year ago.
I tell the stories of we, us, and me.
stories of Peter Pan come true.
travels to foreign lands.
and a simplicity unknown here.

and some people ask, was this true?
is it possible you knew a wise man, a rock star,
an opera singer and a neuroscientist?

I start to wonder if maybe it wasn't.
true.
maybe it couldn't be.

but I remember.
it was.
true.
(it is.)

it can be.
true.

and perhaps will be so again.