Why shouldn't the sun shine in the night sky, with the stars? Though clearly still enamored of our sun, the poems of Dreaming at Noon call into question the primacy of daylight reality. For who is to say that the dream isn't as meaningful as waking life? Or how could one doubt that dreams put dreamers in touch with ultimate reality? Those exhausted by a future-driven culture of ceaseless innovation are, with this work, encouraged to reclaim past, present, and future-imagination and actuality-as a whole.
