I woke in the night
during a dream
I told myself
'remember'...
"this dream'
'write'
'this dream'
today... I no longer remember the dream well
my father was there
lying in his bed
and I
I stood over him
this is a position although fairly new in life
now so well rehearsed it feels old
when we take our positions
In the dream
my father cried
deep passionate sobs
came from his soul
I stood above him
doing nothing
there was nothing I could do
only stand and watch
as the tears left him
he shrunk
becoming smaller and smaller
until he disappeared
and all I could do
was watch
Not such a subtle dream... huh?
I woke today feeling sick and very
deeply
tired
I gave my father his medication
a nurse came to wash him
and feed him breakfast
I took a hot bath
in the dark
and considered my dream
we all shed things as we move along
the past falls off us
as the future's wind blows
into us
we change
we grow or shrink
but there is always a thread
sometimes strong thick durable
sometimes thin breakable
my fathers thread has been shredded
the pieces of it
on the floor
some small
others long
but all just pieces... fragments
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