For our dreams are the smoke
          trails that float to the clouds 
                    and conjoin 
with a shared particulate 
          conversation only 
                    to return 
as the rain that fertilizes 
          the existence
                    of those
        
conscious 
          and not yet 
                    dreaming. 
Copyright © 2015 Kelly Jo Anderson.

First published in The Huron River Review, Issue 14, 2015, p. 25. 
(digital edition and limited edition paperback)