The Traveler's Daydream

Leaving, his mind plays games —
the clouds are islands in an air-sea,
Buddhist forests and impossibly concave salt bluffs
overlooking fantasic airships and jellyfish. \ And —
On the ocean floor, almost ready to leave her desk,
he sees her touch a hand to her cheek
and hesitate — should she allow her mind
to play just one game, and let the hand be his?
— Then he blinks it away, and deliberately
returns to his book, keeping his mind
to safer games of others' conception.