Have you not imagined yourself
the far bank of a fast-flowing stream?
A purple gazelle flying over train tracks
traversed by ungainly tawny lizards?
One of the hobos gathering around
the fire barrel rubbing shoeless feet?

No? Then consider this:

Your dreams provide what’s necessary
to ignite the story engine of your imagination.
It’s not you generating these odd images and
the inchoate story lines awaiting your tending.
It’s something other, something else, something
beyond reckoning, even beyond money’s grasp.