Today's poem is by Jean Valentine
If a Person Visits Someone in a Dream, in Some Cultures the Dreamer Thanks Them
in memory of Reginald Shepherd
It is morning.
I sit at a table
writing a letter
with a needle and thread.
I pricked my finger A pelican
out of her migratory path,
even her language family
whose child is gone
yet she absently pecks at her breast.
I write on the bedspread
I am making for you there
May you breathe deeply and easily.
If a person visits someone in a dream,
in some cultures the dreamer thanks them in the morning
for visiting their dream.
I call it dream
not that I am drawn to that which withdraws
but to him pearled, asleep, who never withdraws.
At a hotel in another star. The rooms were cold and
damp, we were both at the desk at midnight asking if
they had any heaters. They had one heater. You are
ill, please you take it. Thank you for visiting my dream.
Can you breathe all right?
Break the glass shout
break the glass force the room
break the thread Open
the music behind the glass.
Remember that blue vine? Grown
alongside the gate
Venus close as the moon
the bowl of the skull turning here
Copyright © 2009 Jean Valentine All rights reserved
from Break the Glass
Copper Canyon Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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