The dream was awful
full of old anger ancient grudges
new slights tangled twisted together
into one dark violent morass.
Waking I shake my head free
of it wondering why now why
these old angry hurts why now in
this beautiful place my sister here
with me my ever loyal kind
champion why here and now?
What odd beings we are afterÂ
all with our strange emotions our
intricate confusing brains our frailties theÂ
bizarre theaters of our dreamworlds ourÂ
overburdened hearts our peculiarÂ
infinitesimal idiosyncrasies!
It is a miracle we manage as well
as we do, we crazy humans.
