Poem: Where Dreams Grow by Mark Tulin

Where Dreams Grow 


I should be grateful,
I have a place to go each day 
It’s an office where I work 
with a cup of coffee at my desk,
and a swivel chair where I sit
for hours in front of a screen,
while my mind drifts and races
to strange and romantic destinations

I go to foreign lands on my break,
and make sure the blinds are closed--
I sail where dreams grow like flowers

I wish I had the courage
to follow the path of most resistance,
to acknowledge my intuition,
to spend days enjoying my time
without the need for a stimulant
or a nine-to-five job to keep me in check
I wish I could change 
the course of my direction.

This poem first published in, In Parentheses.