Flying with the muppets

Was a favourite dream of mine.

Cubes of air in blocks of eight,

My favourite number by far.

Say it:

One, two, three, four,

Five, six, seven, eight.

Repeat.

Rhythmic.

Until base-line heart-rate is reached.

Swallow one cube to take flight,

Swallow more to fly free.

How weightless I might be

If I gobbled a whole block!

Kermit is there.

I wonder what he wants from Miss Piggy today?

She’s desperate for his attention and love,

So desperate she’ll karate-chop him just to be noticed.

The others just accept the nature of their relationship

Fozzie bear too close and too scared to pass comment

So maybe just a joke or two.

They whizz through the air,

Gonzo with the style and flamboyance of an old vaudeville performer

Overacting to draw attention away from any despair.

But no, the creepy saxophonist is near…

I can’t remember his name.

I try to muffle the sound but

He plays me down to earth.

One, two, three, four,

Five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four,

Five, six, seven, eight.

I wake up.