American Dream

American dream?

It’s time for us all to wake!

…some from a sweet somnambulation,

a walking reverie. We speak words

that cut. Our eyes are closed

to our fellow night walkers

and those sounding the alarms.


Many are trapped

in a recurring night terror,

heart pounding, dark shadows,

desperately trying to wrest ourselves

from a drugged, thrashing sleep,

limbs flailing. We hurt ourselves.

We hurt our bedfellows.

We hurt the sleepwalkers

who tread casually upon us.


And some of us

cycle from sweet dream

to nightmare

and back again.

Or find ghouls

in our meadows,

burn witches

in our fairy tales.


Some of us become

the dark thing

that moves inside

another’s sleep.


This American dream.

Sleepers. Awake.

Sleepers awake.

Sleepers, awake!


On That Day

On that day

the morning dawned

dark and heavy.

But you said,

“We will make

the sunshine.”


And as the sky opened

and water descended

one hundred umbrellas

rose like butterflies

heralding our arrival.


We leaped like deer

towards our destiny

under a canopy

woven with mother’s love,

held aloft by blood ties.


We sat on our dais

receiving blessings

from all our gods

and all our people.


A wedding sprite

sat blithely atop

my left shoulder

and beamed.


With fire, chants

and circling women dance

we filled our cups

with a lifetimes’

rationing of joy.


On this day

seven years closer,

two children richer,

one family stronger,

let us take

another draught.


For this day,

my love

is always ours.