Monday, June 30, 2014

dream


After midnight
a thunderstorm
passing swiftly
cleans the air.

I walk through the early morning,
into an emergency room,
peeking into consulting cubicles.

Doctors are treating injuries -

a geographer half smothered by nightmares,

an amber gatherer with burnt fingers,

and an oil rig worker,

coughing in endless eruptive spurts.

Weirdly, the only
sounds are birdsongs -

the white crowned sparrow,
(geographer)

a chickadee,
(amber gatherer)

a robin
(oil rig worker).