I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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11 September 2011

Dreams

Sept. 11 2011

I wake, full of
walking in my door
surprised to find
a large lamp
in the centre of the room.
Just delivered, 
I’m informed —
in my dream,
still with me as I wake.

At the same time 
Andrew, waking too,
sits up in bed, saying, 
‘We have to make
a delivery today. 
But I don’t know what
or to whom.’ I tell him,
‘It was a dream’
but he’s not so sure.

It worries him
half the morning.
He’s convinced
it’s very important.
I assure him
I don’t remember
any such necessity.
This does not
reassure.

Now I’m wondering too.
If we both dreamed
of deliveries, is there 
something important
to remember
on this day?
Who or what
needs to be delivered
to or from what or whom?

30 Poems in 30 Days: 10, an arrival or delivery.

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