Simple Dreams: Karen Silva
I am already blessed.
My dreams are feasible,
or the wildest.
I dream of being able to smell the solar system air,
Like rocks? Like Smoke? What does it smell like?
I dream of touching my sheep’s wool,
Is it soft? Rough? Or like an old blanket?
Then, I dream of the future far and near,
Will I be able to smell the crisp new scent of my diploma?
Will I smell my shrubbery on my lawn after it rains?
Will my soaking dogs be smell like rotten eggs after playing in the rain?