night i dreamt… a guy
letting his feet be rolled
up into a car window and
then having to have them
cut off later in the
wee hours a new dream
said, ‘you can’t be cut off
because life is eternal ala
the Long Island Medium who
gives messages from dead
loved ones because they
continue to be around and
connected, still today
i feel uneasy, like crying
i have been a dream worker
so i take time out, do
mundane chores searching
for what i’m trying to tell
myself, maybe something i
don’t want to hear here
in the isolation of Maine
where friends do not live
and freeze causes life to
take place indoors away
from the trees and wild
animals that feed my soul
i wait like a beached whale
for spring for a new year
renewal to find my way in
a world that finds me too
old to be of use and too
young to die i wait for
what i know is here dreaming