Dreams in Metaphors

Look, Mom, he says as we drive,

pointing through the gathering

snowflakes on our window.

The trees look like a beater

with white frosting all over them.

He loves the details

which have disappeared in the rush

for most of us.

Doesn’t even have to reach

for that line,

never does.

Oooh, there’s a little toenail moon tonight.

He dreams in metaphors

and similes.

I sit in the dark

with my stacks of crumpled paper,

trying to catch

some of his dreams

as they float my way.

Stacy Julin’s work has been published in Pirene's Fountain, Sky Island Journal, Southern Quill, Word Fountain, borrowed solace, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She is the author of three poetry chapbooks, A Pebble Thrown in Water, by Tiger's Eye Press, and Visiting Ghosts and Ground and Things We Carry, both from Finishing Line Press. She lives with her family at the base of the beautiful Wasatch Mountains.