jupiter still suggests to me my dreams
dreams of dead vines from distant planets
that spring to life again
becoming strange and overgrown
proving history wrong if only until morning
there is a mule in the garden
and he thinks he can do what water and sunshine can't
(just by not moving an inch)
better to go home empty handed
than to carry the weight of the world
but even though it's safe in the eye of a storm
you can't see a thing from the inside
