Just a few weeks before
I fell in love with you
I had a dream I had fallen in love
–which seemed out of the blue
in the morning, making no sense…
Coming back from a concert
in some shabby neighborhood
of the soul, the woman I’d been loving
decides to get back together
with her old boyfriend, a rich Arab
Filled with grief, I’m approached
by some unknown elders who say
“this is what we were trying
to tell you about her…”
Now, when I get scared
of losing you to what’s-his-name,
scared I’m ignoring a warning
& overwhelmed by a love come out of the blue,
I tell the dream.
Your son’s asleep, we’re on the couch,
having passed through many hall-ways
of vulnerability to be in this
spacious intimacy we share…
You listen to the dream, pause,
then say of the woman
“sweetie, that’s not me…”
But the truth is,
nobody knows what will happen, or when…
In love, you take your chances,
happy to have them, knowing
someday everything’s going to vanish
as if, back into the blue
& what makes it easier, is
it’s not like I have a choice
to make, when it comes to loving you