Dreaming

IMAGINATION

30th.december.2017

If I could speak to my departed grandmother

I would, after trading “I love yous,’ ask about book titles

in that other world she’s in with clouds, harps, and endless naps

would she answer with a side glance? telling me of walks with Joyce, Woolf, Auden, Eliot

and so on, never ending walks, never ending names down the halls of literature

maybe I would ask about those skies, full of storms and stars

her floating among birds and planets

really, I should make a list of questions for her, she would give me time

and her answers would have a tinge of silliness, full or wit,

could she prepare me? give me a preview?

coming to visit my sleeping hours, days lost in imagining other lives I might have lived.