As a child
I dreamed I could fly
Faith as small
As a mustard seed,
They said

Does it work through us?
Or do we dream it?

I didn't fly
For fifteen minutes
Even though I dreamt it
And yet
Against gravity
I built a house
A car
A palm tree
A beautiful business

Who runs this show?
And what are my dreams worth?
Action?
Or Creation?

Creator, tell me I am more than a tool
Lest my thoughts be merely currents
In the windstorm of existence