I had a dream last night as I laid on my futon and adjusted to the idea that I never lived in Japan. It was similar to the Kubly Khan in which a deep personal truth shined brightly, but by the time of waking it’s light dimmed and left me disoriented.

I’m not sure what I saw or heard or felt within the dream state but I know that for a split second I was whole.

And the arc of my ambitions that stretches beyond the horizon fit in that moment, within the palm of my hand.