In my dream my mother comes with me.
We are in the meadows we call
The Flats, walking the dogs.
Walk straight past the water trough,
she says, do not engage the moss.
Go back to the top of the page,
the dream says, and leave out the suicides.
In my dream I walk and walk.
After a time — no mother.
After a time — no dogs.
Just the field of dry grasses
and me and the walking.
Then just the walking.
Jane Mead “From World of Made and Unmade” from World of Made and Unmade. Copyright © 2016 by Jane Mead. Reprinted by permission of the publisher.
Source: World of Made and Unmade (Alice James Books, 2016)