another dream last night

about leaving where I am

to go back to where I came from...


home never specified

not even envisioned...


just the leaving

just the rushing around

making sure I have all my goods...


I've had dreams like this my entire life

and was never sure whether they were

omens of death or promises of redemption


now that I'm old it hardly matters

I still have those dreams


knowing God speaks to us in dreams

but in a language we can never understand

so I sleep and I wake


and I scratch my head

befuddled in another morning

dark as any night...



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