morning poem, December 30, 2017



I dreamed of water running clear in a forest

My friends and I waded and cast our lines

And caught fish without name that nobody knew

Then we ate what had been prepared for us

Sharing bread like those in the Bible

Comfortable and safe, without regret or guile

Almost relaxed, but

Wondering why real life had turned out any other way

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