What Makes a Dream a Dream?

© Matthew Word Bain

after a grey golden hour behind a low cloud bank
the sun returns to brighten the transition to twilight
turning the thin white clouds a soft, pastel orange
and the dull white sky to a welcome light blue
walking around this town was a dream, really
I woke up the next day knowing I had gone
but every aspect of my memory of this visit
was just like the memory I have of dreams
it was as though I had just floated through
and the whole…