"Too Real" by Olivia Beech

The memory of our meeting

comes to me

as a dream

taken out of time–

existing without dimension–

a moment of occurrence,

standing aside from all the rest.

It becomes unreal

in its whole reality,

vivid as ancient lands unseen

seen for the first time, afresh;

so similar, yet

unmistakable in contrast

to the haze that is

the nightly wonderings of an unconscious mind.