In dreams all I think

I know is swept aside and

a motley crew of

is, was, and never has been

take the darkened stage.

Sometimes an “I” I barely

recognize joins in

and an alternate tale of

how things were, are, and

might still be is spun. It’s as

though I’m listening

to a wise but crazy aunt

and after I leave

I’ll have to sort things out. Still,

she has shown me how

things look from the other side

and I’m the richer for it.

                                                                                           JDG