Thursday, May 29, 2025

Reconciling


 

The dream felt memorable. 

Then I awoke and it was gone.

 

I thought how in hunting the moment

has to be just right to make the shot

 

and thought of dreams and memories

being caught, one so like the other,

 

holding meaning.  If I could

swear in sleep, I would have sworn

 

I was going to catch the dream when

I awoke.  It was gone and what remained

 

was that sense of loss, like a kiss not taken,

a caress not felt, a word not spoken

 

and the lingering regret throughout the day

of “what if?”  as a postscript to every moment.

 

I took small comfort in the faithfulness

of the trees and grass and horses

 

in the pasture, the wind, the sky, 

the clouded sunlight saying,

 

“You do not need to remember us,

we are here.”  Could not reconcile

 

the sense of loss to what was freely given.

                                    

                                     -Byron Hoot

                                    https://www.facebook.com/hootnhowlpoetry/

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