The month of January gifted me two
dreams which seemed more like premonitions
then residue from my waking life
One dream showed me consecutive green lights.
When I set out driving the morning after the dream,
that was all that I found:
consecutive green lights.
I went back and forth across town twice
All green lights if you can believe it
The next dream, the final dream
was a dream about a river
In the dream I’m pointing at the river,
I’m looking back at two deceased relatives,
my paternal Grandmother, Beverly
and my Great Uncle Ray
I’m pointing at the river and saying:
Isn’t it beautiful?
I’m choking up, tears are in my eyes
I look back at the river,
its cloudy and pale green
Its how a river looks after heavy rain
I was browsing the Triplicate today,
the online version of the newspaper back home,
I saw that the headline read:
“Smith River Crests, More Flooding Possible”
I think I saw in my dream just how
the river looks back home.
Fact I know I did.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Its Magic, You knoowww….
Never Believe Its Not So