I feel like such fiction sometimes
it can really kick my ass.
That probably means I wish to be real
I'll take encouragement wherever it's found.

After awhile though, I begin to savor
the freedom being fictitious affords me -relish that.
 Then, moment by moment
relying quite heavily on a sweetheart
 or flying cats, sighing trees
 or glimpses of cloud theater, I return.

 These and poignant others
 like tethers, pulling me back here -into now.