352. her dream
a tear rolls down my cheek
as I listen to Nyman
transported back to way back when…
nearly finished my walk through the empty deer park
the avenues of lofty oaks, the river
the turkey waiting
and a scattering of snowflakes slowly fall
from a truly leaden sky.
I lie at the bottom of the pool
motionless
invisible to all
the water cold, so cold
as life goes on out there
above the waterline
and I wait
treading water in my mind
waiting for her
I’m a warrior, true, and waiting
and I know what I’m waiting for
but I never was blessed
with patience
but still I wait
the years drift by
as winter leaves
blown away…
and now I sit with Nyman and wonder
and wonder
how did I ever get this lucky –
she’s somewhere nearby
and thinks I’m God
so who am I to spoil her dream ?