Wandering

And then he was often in dreamland
Where the trees sifted light
As with a sieve, kept the day like night
The lines between shifting forever
The dead and living crossing over at will
With no way to tell what time it was
Only that it looked like dawn or dusk
With the birds either rising or roosting
The old man was in a panic ----
Could not find his friend's daughter
Visiting the city for a job interview
'I asked her to wait here
Did anyone see her?'
Everyone around knew 
He was wandering now
Signaled to the auto he had caught
To go in search of the missing girl,
The  driver gave him a joy ride
Then dropped him off at his doorstep
He cheerfully entered his house
Demanding a strong coffee
The dreamland hardly remembered.