island in my mind

if I squint my ears just right
the cars on the street below
passing through the rain
sort of sound like waves
if I really let go of reality
suspend my disbelief
the fan on my window sill
a trade wind blowing
my bed a cabana
the walls a grove of palms
and I marooned upon an island
far away from this frightening hub
peacefully existing, solitary reverie
then my meditation collapses
under the weight of the mind
it’s conservative urge to define real
the tyranny of sense data
at least the cat did not leave me