The Man Who Understood His Dreams

Two glass walls of high windows,
Two bare, blonde-wood desks,
One with a dictionary,
One with a blue globe,

And outside of the windows,
An empty blue sky
And an endlessly crashing
Grey-green surf below:

What is the meaning of these?
Consider them memories
Triggered by old photographs.

Never acknowledge a dream
As dream. You remember them.
There’s nothing new crashing in.