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.