Dreamer

 

I walk into the forest.

A shaman walks out of a tree

and hands a walking stick to me.

I smile.

Take up the stick and hobble on.

My friend is a dreamer

and she dreams these dreams - 

in the first she saw me walking

on the beach with a black puppy.

She asked: "Does this mean
anything to you?"

Oh, yes. It did.

I told my grandsons about this,

and they smiled. My big, black Pup,

love of my life, grew up

alongside them, 

one of the boys.
He found her
to send messages
to me.

She dreamed me now,
years later,
 walking unsteadily

in the forest. And yes, my footsteps

are more wobbly this year.

She saw the shaman walk out of a tree;

I am delighted by that, will never

 look at a tree the same way again -

always watching for that smiling shaman,

holding out a walking stick,

for steadiness,
for Walking On.

for Truedessa, dreamer of dreams