Dreams
Moses never led his people to the promised land
Magellan never sailed his ships home
Puccini never finished his journey to Turandot
I’ve never reached my daydreams.
I led up to them,
talking and walking
barefoot on moss,
across streams
to the other side.
I reached for them on tippy-toes
never let go.
That’s my trouble
I’m no Michelangelo
and so I watch those daydreams
grow and grow
into memories
– elephants in my room –
wondering what Moses felt
as he watched the people
leave the desert
their daydreams shining.
Maybe it’s a feast to simply daydream
and trek on
until I lose the breath for daydreams
and ‘in that sleep of death‘
dream on.
From Bath to Cork with baby Grace 