There was a snake in my dream

White

It came out of the brown tree trunk

I was shocked

At first look he wasn’t what he seemed

A nautilus shell in a nook

I thought it was pretty as I looked

He uncurled from his cozy spot

Became a curvy-straight line

He wasn’t what I thought

He slithered away

I was left bewildered, looking at that large brown tree trunk with the hole in the side

I stood there, I didn’t hide

A snake here, in the garden, all along

I’m not sure where he slithered to next

But I stood

Rooted like that tree

Snakes and arbors

What imagery

Symbolism, perhaps

My mind looking for wisdom to fill the gaps

In the dream I was detached

Am I the tree?

If so, let the white snake flee