There he is a spec stuck in my gaze. He can’t see me but he knows I’m always looking for him. He shakes the dirt off his shoes and his foot becomes entangled with the universe. It’s only a second but it’s a magical one. He disappears into the house and the neighborhood cat curls up on his step watching the ghosts war over whose house to haunt next. It’s damp and breezy. Can’t even see the stars. Maybe he’s cooking chicken or maybe he’s watching her spin under his arm. He’s a dream within a dream.