Home

In the dream 

I am standing in a small house 

whose walls, without a doubt 

need some paint.  

The drapes need cleaning; 

There is patching 

that needs to be done. 

But it has lovely arched 

doorways, 

some crosses here and there 

and windows that let in 

a gentle light. 

In the dream 

Tyler is there and 

I sense we could 

 paint those walls 

and tend to  

what needs 

tending.  

 

There is another man 

in the house who tells 

me whom to call so 

I can begin painting. 

As the phone is ringing 

I realize I do not know 

where I am.  That is, 

I do not know where the 

house is.

  

He seems unconcerned 

even when I hurredly 

give an  address

only to  realize that 

is where I lived 

years ago. 

I think that I 

cannot be there now.   

 He laughs 

and tells me it is okay. 

  

The certainty 

that you are home 

even when you 

do not know exactly 

where that is.  

 

This morning I smile. 

   

say, April 2019 

the pastel was done maybe a couple of years ago.