Energy = Mass

by Laurie D. Smith

Sometimes late at night

When there’s no one else around

I get my dreams out.

They bound forth

And take in the open air.

I sit entertained

As they jump and stretch.

Then I listen eagerly

To all they have to say.

But after a while our adventures must end—

If they’re out too long

Someone else might see.

Now it’s always a challenge

Getting my dreams back inside—

They’ve outgrown their allotted space.