in Poetry

The dreams still come

v1.1 January 01, 2023

Those days, our ancestors’ days,

dreams would come to the huntsman

The antelope 

Offering itself before the kill

“It’s okay, my time has come

And anyway you must fully live”

These days, our worrisome days

the dreams still come

The anxiety

But we don’t know it’s offering itself

“Here I am, put me to rest

And it’s okay to fully live”