← v8n1, Spring 2009
Poetry · Volume 8, Number 1

If a Person Visits Someone in a Dream, in Some Cultures the Dreamer Thanks Them

—for Reginald Shepherd

Dear Reginald,

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 take it. Thank you for visiting my dream.

~

Can you breathe all right?

Break the glass shout

and break the glass force the room

break the thread Open

the music behind the glass.