BONE DRY
BONE DRY
I dreamt of a dream in which I dream it did not make sense
The hour bell rang work had begun everyone took their places
I was the leader they were my subordinates young and strong
At day end everyone stepped out of the homeward journey begun
I found myself descending into the stream about a mile down
Surrounded by people wadding into the water moving forward
In front of me, an unknown was splashing garments wet half drenched
To follow I needed least of all to slip off my shoes less it got wet
Yet in my dream the dream I dreamt of their footsteps I could follow
Miraculously I was not wet when I followed a crossing stream ahead
I thought to myself to be on the other side I must wade into the water
Ahead was a large stream flowing swiftly down looking deep and hollow
One stream joins the other moving in the opposite direction hard to swallow
My dream in which I dreamt faded off to reality now it's just a dream
I never got to cross that stream bone dry I was walking on water
Into The Mist Vol 9 Poetry
Kenvil Atkins Lewis for Timeless Poetry and Short Stories.
