Last night I dream of a boy I once knew.

I knew him when he was eight and I was 17.

Mutual family friends rarely seen.

I build a wall around the world

so he can play forever free.

But it blocks migratory corridors of song birds.

They start dropping to our feet.

We're torn between rescuing them

and fearing disease.

I wake up missing the nineties

then drift back to sleep

to a land I can control.

Brick by brick I tare down the wall

and build shelters with the leftover bricks

to house the homeless people

in my mind.

Kid must be 27 now.

Not a kid.

Someone who saves orcas for a living.

You never know the impression you are making.