Visit With a Friend

It was such a striking part of my dream

In-between snippets with no apparent connection

…why was I wearing hipster shoes with no socks?

…why am I arguing with my dog,

    and where did he get those pants???

I wish I could speak with my Dreamkeeper

for explanations that often elude me there

But I digress

Suddenly, I was transported to some unexplained,

brightly lit place and felt a sudden tap on my shoulder

I turned around and saw my dearest friend,

standing there with the best smile in his eyes.

A smile that said so much – letting me know

everything was alright with him, and that he was happy

We began to talk about things, baseball, movies and such

And the important things that made him my friend

Like his theory that Spider-Man was stronger

than most of his kind, as if it was as rote and concrete

as the Earth revolving every year around the sun

It felt like we were together for hours. You know how dream-time can be

What I remember most vividly though was how content we both were,

as we laughed and talked about all the things there were to speak of

My friends are always welcome in my dreams,

especially those gone and buried, the ones who only dwell in the mist,

each of them with so many friends and family

still needing to be with them again

I understand I’ll need to be patient. It may take some time