this morning #1745.
this morning, i wished i could’ve called & told you about the wild dream i had last night but alas. like you said, the reception there is spotty at best. best to communicate via email. tell you what i’m going to do. for today’s poem, i’ll try to describe my dream to you. you were in it, after all. a main character, of course. you were riding astride a muscular horse. a distant vision high atop a ridge. i was pulled toward you by some unknown force. across a meadow & over a bridge. the more i moved toward you, the further you were. distance kept shifting. you shouted my name but the rest is a blur. fog was not lifting. i tried shouting out but then i woke up & now my heart feels like a half-filled cup.