“Not of Byzantium”
Awakening at one AM after dreaming
not of Byzantium,
not of Babylon, but better —
Not Shangri-La, but shaded limb —
The pine I climbed when I was nine.
No Acropolis, only
fallow farm and rising sun.
Across, a distant treeline
ascends to render Athens’
Exceeding empires, exceeding
even Elysium, is
This slumber’s ordinary boyhood field.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2015
Originally published in Dead Snakes.