I walk out of the bedroom on sore feet
pass my wife at the computer playing solitaire

in the bathroom I'm suddenly alone
with all the essays and poems
I'll never write
                               turn on the tap
                               and remember
                               last night's dream
                               about
                                          Chinese girls
                                          kneeling by a stream
                                          along the Silk Route
                                          sipping water from
                                          hands like
                                          tea cups