Still Life
Dream with Flowers and Bowl of Fruit
by Deborah Warren
from The New Yorker, October 1, 2007
Too many of my dreams these days are boring.
I expect to drop into the pillow
and see the kind of action night is for--
a psychic workout, romance, close escapes:
Not much gets accomplished in a still-life;
nobody looks at asters as a way
to get a taste of life. I want to happen,
not to slightly rearrange my day
nightly in a recurring tablescape.
Dreams! However beautiful the apples,
fruit is low on drama, and I miss
passion, flying, falling, being chased,
crashing, panic---trauma---and I miss,
small and quick, a morement in the grapes,
and the shiver of a petal in the vase.
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