A friend is taking a class where the assignment this week is to write a poem from a dream, so I felt inspired to write a poem of my morning dream. I suggest it to you too.
Dream When Chemo Completes
I am waiting for the bridge to lift
so I can sail on through,
when my rose-pink floppy hat blows off,
and wings across,
at a dizzying pace,
eight freeway lanes.
I would let it go, but traffic stops,
and people run to find my hat.
They gather, then, to party,
open food and wine, and dance,
and when my hat returns,
they return to what they had
before the flurrying pace began.
I place the hat upon my head,
identity resumed.
The bridge is up,
Time to travel through.
