where a spreadsheet of numbers in columns
yawns away a morning until they are organised
into a chart so it becomes something
we can interpret and give meaning to?
Only for our dreaming to intervene
and we re-colour the chart to personalise it,
change plain rectangles into more interesting
shapes, increase or decrease spaces between?
How many of us give in to our inner child
that wants to create conical forests, coloured
data-trees stretching into the distance,
a space to wander among trees, feel the breeze,
the soil under our feet, turn background chatter
into a susurrus of leaves, let the sky in?
Until an alarm beeps and the woods have to return
to sheets of paper with regimented numbers
that we have to remember had meaning once.