Visit With a Friend

Michael Anthony

 

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

 

  • Author: Michael Anthony (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 8th, 2021 10:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: Fooling around with the prose poetry form - Hope you like it!
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  • L. B. Mek

    if only Time came with a replay button...
    I would just have one sweet memory, forever on loop
    living it again and again, as-if for a first Time...
    (ah, maybe that's why there's no reply function, in life)
    just second chances and do-overs for the lucky
    bitter consequence, for the rest of us...
    but, we all have dreams don't we?
    dreams, where we can greet: All, of possibility...
    (an intriguing concept and read
    thanks for sharing)

    • Michael Anthony

      Thank you L.B. I enjoyed your thoughts on this one.

      Cheers
      Mike



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