I am dreaming again
of prisons, and whales
breaching in DouglasChannel, that slow under-
water rising. You are
riding your bikethrough rice fields; sleeping
spooned to a long-haired
woman. I wakein darkness, into this cage
of pain, nosed by happy
dogs. Hoarfrostwhitens the grass; slickens
the steps to the river.
Your cool seasonapproaches its end. Here,
cows are calving, their milk
drops. Brighid’sDay brings buds
to the birch trees.
Tonight I willdream the shadows
of whales deep
in the water.Soon snow will mound
in this garden again.
I drink my bittercoffee and read that
your mango this morning
was especially sweet.
Snapshot 02 February 02005 [Belated]
4 responses to “Snapshot 02 February 02005 [Belated]”
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Wonderful – but why are you dreaming of prisons?
Those dogs are here, too – and a cat who steals the pillows. -
I used to work in a prison — and it’s a powerful metaphor, don’t you think?
I do occasionally dream of prisons, but you can never be certain that my poems reflect my own reality. I often invent for the poem; even the narrator may not be me.
And sometimes my invented narrator may wander off and steal bits of someone else’s experience, as I think you know, Ms. Moos.
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Well, then I suppose that prisons popping up wouldn’t be unusual.
As if dreams were “usual”…
I had one during my catnap this morning where I was in one of those places that changes as if it’s perfectly natural. From an office building to a department store (kinda) then a huge armory like factory to a snowy hillside. All the time I was lost and walking around in a bikini. My bikini days have been over for decades.
I don’t think that one deserves a poem – maybe a short story? I was glad to wake from it! -
I am always dreaming again! Nice poem.
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