The Daydream Poem

                                                 Daydream

One day people will touch and talk perhaps easily,

And loving be natural as breathing and warm as sunlight,And people will

untie themselves,

as string is unknotted,Unfold and yawn and

stretch and spread their fingers,

Unfurl,uncurl like sea, return to

the sea

And work will be simple and swift as a

8i,And play will be casual and quiet as a seagull

settling,And they clocks will stop,and no one will wonder or care

or notice,And people will smile without reason,even in winter,even in the rain.