Practising

Last night I suddenly dreamed

of the clock face on our avocado stove

when we lived in the trailer after our house burnt down.

And I used to set the timer on the clock on the oven

for a half an hour to practise the piano, but I put it off and daydreamed instead,

I could never play the piano anyway,

but I could sing, which was a blessing.

Some nights I turned off the timer on the clock on the avocado oven and I took my skates out to the open air rink and I'd skate by myself under a twilight prairie sky.

I could never skate very well, but good enough to get a taste of what freedom meant,

and flying.