Dear Glen In Gotham Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

I too have dreams
That leave me shaken.
I awake broken
Identity torn between dimensions.

I too try to peel off the label whole
Like the seal to a secret tome.
Like a speakeasy password
To my own hidden haven.

I too wander between worlds
Sometimes high on my own words
Sometimes desperate
For the next hit of inspiration.

I visited your city once
In a cruel month of snowless cold.
The shards of people's broken hopes
Scarred me and left me empty.

When I wake, it is not to sirens or horns.
When I sleep, it is peaceful.
When I leave my house, I smell earth,
I greet children, I see trees.

I would not trade my rustic life
For the excitement of your city
But like you I am grateful
For the visits I receive in my dreams.