Last night
Stuck in a dream in which my old homestead is deranged
and nothing looks familiar anymore
not the trees.
not even the faces i love
I awaken to a sound
very real
but so different from my dream that it is hard to adjust.
I move to the sound like I do through water
slow, clumsy and unsure
It is the voice of a boy calling out to someone
to see a face he loves
"Mommy. Mommy."
He calls out to me
in our homestead, not new, but the one imprinted on him
like a pond is for a baby duck
I leave the dream behind and move towards today;
eager.
fast, steady and sure
