SPRING DREAM

In my sleep, a dream

of my father and grandfather sitting with me

on a table, separated

from them by it and death,

and my grandfather having trouble with his dentures

as he talked, ate and talked.

There was pale spring light

and we were in my grandparents' old house,

they were both younger

than when they died, ten years

or so, and all was in order,

a perfect moment. Awakening,

coming through the deep waters,

I suddenly remembered, a joy 

throughout my being, and now,

now the sound of spring rain

from an open window

to a world mended.

01.05.2018