Something Light in the Morning

            or        Sign shovel and dig (the sign said) and so

                                            I did

We dream we tell the story better than it should be told

            we dream

there are questions

It’s inevitable, the wrong turn,       anger panic, frustration

maybe a bit of a shake, distraction (certainly)    for now

I raise my hand

“ahead” is “wrong” no matter

how lovely   or green    it may     appear

My hands knew before I did

for the clear path had been lost

 

We tell the story of the dream and there is always something missing

which still does not explain this ache

 

            It’s inevitable (and then)

 

You raise your hand

 

“ahead”  has been lost; “wrong” has been replaced with “hole”

 

how lovely

 

how green

 

We tell the story         the dream            and then,

it’s inevitable   We raise our hand and we are lost