Wednesday, August 10, 2011

The Dream

Sometimes a dream lands so hard
it flattens you.

I liked it better before, you moan
waving my dream like a silk handkerchief,
light and soundless above my head.

It could have been anything,
a kit, a bird, a large balloon
with three passengers.

Instead, it landed in your lap,
you asked for it,
secretly you had been reeling it in for months
like a trapped fish.

Too big for the net--
it loves you more than you love it.

It wants to stay here forever,
smiling and cuddling
in the bosom of your days.
-Naomi Shihab Nye

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