Dream-I-Believe I brought
out of the night still streaming
out It was real I was right!
Dream present still I could still
believe in, writhed and twisted
likelihood to serve it…
Dream that was gone I mourned
and quoted, sought and lingered
on sections to my liking.
Dream I had had depended
on puns, events, encounters
even to come to mind now.
I seemed to have held four faiths
by breakfast, and I’d packed them
fighting to their buses.
So I could sit exhausted,
stretching in the sunbeams
like my mother in the old days.