Recurring Dream
In this dream
you are here again.
We’re talking.
Just that.
No special revelations.
Just you and me.
Just talking.
Friendly. Ordinary.
About nothing much.
The small
deeply important
matters of day-to-day.
It isn't the words.
It’s your head close to mine
on the other pillow.
It’s the warmth between us
unremarked,
not needing remark.
When I wake
and know,
it’s not so bad any more.
There are always tears
of course
but also gladness.
I understand it’s a dream
of wish-fulfilment. And
I know the dream is true.
I admire how you are unfolding a memoir in this way.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I know someone who is writing a whole memoir in verse! But I think mine will end up being prose punctuated by some poems.
DeleteLovely poem. Really captures that gauziness between the dream and waking life, and the very real presence. Wonderful.
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