Poem: "Dreaming Haiku in English"

The dream was so clear
Her rouge petals unfolded,
Blossoming fractals.

With a snap! Awake.
Anterior Cingulate
Playing tricks on me.

One word came to me;
A Burrowing Owl perched high,
waiting to be heard.

Among the living,
Returned from the indolence,
I strained to relax

"Cornucopia"
Was what it whispered.
All things in good time...

(Recently published in the collective project Summer Leaves edited by Ray Eales.)