Day 19

Spell for Restful Sleep
I had a dream last night that you and I were on a sailboat
And the sun was wrapping itsself around us
And the waves were rocking us in time with the bluegrass band
Sitting at the stern. A fiddler and a mandolin player
And my friend Jesse, playing the accordion and
Beating out the dance with his fee.
You and I were dancing and looking into each others'
Eyes. Drowning, you might say.

And as we held on to each other and swayed
And the wind kept greeting us as someone we knew
My friend Amelia from Albany
And your friend Isaac from Ithaca
And your friend Bob from Boston
My friend Nel from New York
And so the boat rocked and so we danced

And then I looked up from the rippling heart beat of your chest
From the bliss we held each other in
To see storm-dark
Clouds galloping from the horizon to the ship
Where we danced and I could see the lighting racing
From the night dark clouds to the tear dark river
And lighting the river up in a white lace lattice.

I looked urgently back at your watery eyes
Desperate to tell you
"Abandon ship!"
But you were across the ship from me now
So far away
And the wind swept away my voice.