Drawn

Some things beg to be drawn.

Last night I had a dream.
I had a bag of money
and I left everything
to hop a flight to Europe.
Landed in England.
Slept a night in the
barn of a farmer.
Then on to France.
Bought a dictionary,
French-English/English-French.
That was all.

And before that dream,
another dream.
An insect, I think an ant,
crawled into my ear canal
and burrowed deep inside
grabbing onto something
and squeezing it hard.
I don't remember pain.
I just remember not
caring.