Sarah's dream poem:
I dreamed last night I was lost
in the dark, cold underground
catacombs of Paris. The word "dank" is the right word. ...
I was trying to find my way
up and out and back to my fancy pink hotel
but could not even remember its name.
along the way I was taking photographs of other lost things---
animals, letters, and even some children.
It was scary, but no more scary than being fully awake in this world,
and almost as beautiful.
everything was very colorful and loud and I found
an old lady watching a parade. I asked her how
to get back to my hotel and she shrugged
her shoulders, "I don't know, ma chère."
And then she smiled and said, "I've been here,
watching this parade, for a long time.
And one thing I've learned,
the wind will not tell you the way."