Some dreams wither under direct gaze.
To nurture them, you must avert your focus;
Set your sights to pastures beyond.

One day, you will greet your blossomed dreams
As you pad gently by at serendipitous crossings–
Appreciated, but destinations no longer.
Removed from the spotlight, they thrive in cool relief.

M. K. Beam is a software developer and roller-derby skater who loves rodents.