If we could stop ourselves from dreaming,
we might return to our postage stamp garden in the city.
We could plant a tomato, maybe even have room for a hydrangea.
We might even take up a different dream that didn't involve gardens, or flowers, or living so far away from....everything.
We could travel more perhaps. Or get involved in politics. Maybe start a band.
But for reasons we don't always understand, this is our dream. And we build it, the old man and I.