ONE SMALL DREAM

Don't force it, do not force.
Let it flow like quiet water
down a stone outcrop,
glistening dark and wet.

That mossy hillside, swinging in the woods,
scent of sweetgums, Hudson estuary salt,
silver fish, and how long we waited.
Cold it was, with all the mist,
the beechnut trees, the slippy rocks,
and the wind,
skimming sharply like our stones upon the river.
Running on the salt-glazed grass, calling to my dogs,
feeling all of life inside my blood.
These are my yaadein.

One small dream.
Just one a day.
I live for this.

Let my drumming fill your body,
do not move until you're filled,
warmed by all my fire, and my earthiness
and love are wrapped around your shoulders.
Then you'll either leave or dance.

One small dream,
just one a day.
Live this way for me.

© h/m/q, Apr 2006