#2053 - you go back

 

2053

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14.viii.25

you go back

for the dreambook

 

find yourself there

having always arrived

you’ll recognize a tune

 

that’s the day of rain was coming

 

piles to sort or chuck

 

a breeze blows open the door

so it wasn’t properly shut

 

dreamt that I needed a scarf and I did

 

the black cockies

you hear them through the walls

there are first things before

 

the old life is waiting

 

the people of the dream well acquainted

often in cahoots

‘there’ in the sense of already

 

just how it is

though the rooms have changed

 

it’s temporary accommodation

 

it’s the place where you’re trying to sleep

and will we get there?

 

it’s part remembering to breathe

make it up as you go

 

no doubt

 

I am dodging the trams on Anzac Parade

it’s a bother to look both ways

but one must to cross the lines

 

we have to get in touch to find out what’s going on

of course this should have already been done

 

on the backfoot

 

parts of the room are a guess

screens of the unwashed to wear

basic things misplaced – the shower, the bath, the sink

 

there’s something else I was looking for

nothing now suggests

 

no one’s waiting around

or else we all are

 

it’s the beginning sound of rain

a cast of shadows

 

all this time so lost

never wondering where

 

‘grab hold of this’, someone says

and you really really try