random poem

in the orange surf of fever
tangled in sweaty sheets
visions broke through

computer screens
from work
and i thrashed to be free

i called up the dappled light
of ohio fall
the scratch of leaves against
the wind
and sidewalk
on the way home from school,
blue sky,
the indian mounds
in the woods where
warriors had crawled

belly against dirt,
sun against skin,
the smells of october
lifting me up
into those golden red trees

before i tumbled
back into my desk,
words on the screen beating
my eyes for attention.

today,
in front of that screen,
i call up that fall day
and smile.