Have you ever had a really strange dream? I had one last night. In the dream, there was a lone sheet of paper on a brown table. This poem was written in cursive on that paper.
i am sorry for the trifling distraction
caused by your pending demise
My apartment faces a park. Yesterday, a helicopter crashed in the park. I saw and heard the crash. It was very loud and scary. I might at some point write about the crash. Today is not that day though. I want to write about my dream. I have never in my entire life dreamed a poem. I am both bothered by the theme and a little intrigued by the idea that Death leaves notes on brown tables.
My dream made me reflect on the Emily Dickinson poem about Death stopping for you. I love Dickinson. Her poems are as delicious as rice pudding. You just want to go back for a second helping. I felt inspired to write my own little poem with lots of dashes in honor of a master poet. This is my humble attempt.
If I like Dickinson –
Can use a dash –
Perhaps my words –
Will be immortal –
In all seriousness, I was very upset yesterday. My heart goes out to the family of the pilot and the passenger in the crash. My heart hurts for the others on the scene. I’m praying for everyone involved.
(I took this picture several years ago while vacationing in Florida. It was right before a summer storm. This image has stayed with me as an expression on how there is both light and darkness in this journey called life.)