When you’re sick

dreams are more vivid.

I woke up with a phrase

ringing in my head:

“Now we just have to wait

for it to happen again.”

I have no idea what the dream was about

but I am pleased with those words.

They evoke cyclical time

Loki’s son biting its tail

plus a faint smell of hope.

The possibility

of righting wrongs

dodging disaster

looking left before the intersection

counting to ten before speaking.

Most wrong turns are subtle

though. 

They have a way

of not looking 

important 

at all.

Chances are I would still 
mess everything up.