I dreamed of a Gulmohar tree,
Tall, sprawling, swaying crimson,
Framed perfectly in a giant picture window,
A gentle breeze caressing.
I'm in a house I once lived, a short-lived interlude,
Sitting up in my great-grandfather's ancient bed in my old room
But the window is new, different
Portal-like, an opening into another dimension.
Inside-outside views,
A tiny rip, unraveled seams floating
Suspended particles adrift,
Distorted time-space.
Gnarled, hard round brown rind,
Contained flames, fanning far,
Drawing me to the window,
Inside-out.
