Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Resonance

Ah, dreaming. I dreamed a church supper with a bishop, a random woman bishop. At my table we opened a lima bean pod, rather like edamame. Each of us got one bean, and it seemed to be enough.

Some mornings I write
So I won’t lose the dream,
Even the snippet of a dream
I had,
That one small piece.
It resonates.
Sometimes
If it happens in the middle of the night
I keep waking
And waking
And waking
Like last night.
Here in the light of day I think
I should have written it down
At 2 AM.
Maybe next time.

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