poem

 Contingency Plan

Once loved we reconfigure as characters

In someone else’s dream come true.

As conjured participants in another’s dream

We inevitably recognize our tenuous status: 

Our dreamer could wake at any moment.

We’d cease to exist.

So we do whatever we can 

To keep them soundly asleep:

Another warm blanket

A soft pillow

White noise

Drawn drapes to hide the moon

 

In the dream I lean over 

And whisper into her ear:

Yes my love, it’s all real,

It isn’t just a dream

1/9/23