Dream jobs

I have never understood
the phrase “dream job”
because I have never
dreamt of labor –
working some job
where someone else
gets rich off your back
while attempting to strip you
of your individuality.

I dream of other things.

I dream of finding a purpose
that fills my soul.
I dream of naps where the rain
taps on the window while
the dogs snore and a cat purrs.

I dream of mellow dive bars
on cold evenings with good music
that hits you just right
with a properly made old fashion.

I dream of remote mountain lakes
that few if any know about
where you drive and discover something
new about the land
even though you have been there before.

I dream of a petite brunette
that offers her grace
and gives me mercy
taking my hand in a
comfortable silence.

I dream my heart will no longer
be empty

I dream of walking into my house
justified.

I dream of many things
and work has never been
one of them.