Sealed

For the cost of a brick
I will lift my arm
high and toss a bit of dreaming
into the night sky
where the stars have begun
dancing and singing;
the memories burrowing
into the corners of my skull.

Let me write a few lines
of a poem,
or a letter,
with the seeds of words
I find by the side of the road
or that arrived

floating above us

on a simple breeze
toward the earth;
like visitors
from another galaxy

tucked in with honest postage--

news from the trail
ahead of us
and sealed
with waxy
promises.