I spoke to the small boy in my dream
His head came up out of the hole
in the school basement,
where I had descended,
lost, searching the whole place
for my eighth-grade classroom,
the graduation long over,
the summer begun without me,
teachers long gone.
And so in the basement
the small boy led me through a friendly tunnel,
to explored depths unexpected,
discoveries waiting
when I awoke.
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I love the set up for this poem. At first I thought it was going to be ominous but surprisingly you offered optimism. I love it. I’d love the hear more about what you discover in the “depths unexpected.” Always a pleasure to read your work.
Dream poems. They’re like a haunting. Enjoyed this.
I really enjoyed this. I agree with Linda–I’d love to know what y’all found down there.
More to come, I think…but I have to wake up first!
My attention is caught especially by the striking sound of “explored depths unexpected”
Thanks, Gaby, it was a late revision, and I liked the sound of it.