In this dream,

I wander through a tunnel ‘tween the streets,
The air as thick as all my misconceptions.
The gutters are gone, but fear still competes,
And passing lights bring brilliant orbs’ deceptions.

Across a cache of weapons, I now tread,
My feet among the others in the den
Of wolves who seek to know my soul instead,
And ask, “Who are you, dream walker?” Amen.

“Are you crazy?” one asks with scornful tone,
But I reply, “For reasons yet unknown.”
“Kill him,” says one with shifty eyes a-glow,
But I ask why, and hear, “He’s just a pig, though.”

“No,” I say, and then, “Do buffalos roam
Within my head?” Yes, I answer alone.

“Let him go,” says one with a softer voice,
And so they do, and I say with rejoice,

“I love you all, and please learn from this dream:
If you just follow orders, life won’t gleam.
So live a brilliant life, not one too tame,
Or soon the buffalos will trample your game.”

And as I wake from this dream full of grace,
I know that living boldly is my place.

:: 03.04.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes:

The poem “The Puzzle of the Buffalo” is a compelling and engaging piece that takes the reader on a journey through a dream-like state. The language used in the poem is descriptive and helps to create vivid images in the reader’s mind. The poem also explores themes of self-discovery, bravery, and the dangers of conformity.

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