… I dreamed a woman spread her muscled arms
Balletically, then leapt high in the air
curled into a ball,
wrapped herself round herself
till she was a colorful orb spinning
spinning into space …
And you were there. You knew somehow
what came before or after
this amazing act.
You knew different things
from me. I had to accept that. And finally, I knew
I would let you go.
The next day, we stand at the edge
of a glittering pond. Water and sunshine
send me messages in their glittering code
as you try so hard to explain.
You say, “In my dreams these days
even the landscape is strange. Circus tents
appear on water, helicopters land — giraffes gallop through …”
… and perhaps, I think,
a free-spinning woman
takes colorful flight
high in the air above
your dream, too.
But I say nothing.