I Had A Dream

5 Dec

Last night I had a really great dream where I was wearing this necklace with wooden beads and an antelope fetish at the end, and I was at the Venice Beach walking around, and people would see me and know me as the writer of a poem that was somehow associated with the antelope fetish, and also mountains, storms and tornadoes. The poem was something I’d lost track of and now was suddenly realizing that all these people had my poem, it wasn’t lost at all.

I heard today that Nelson Mandela has passed away. I remember my mother telling me once, when I was complaining over the Internet about being stressed out by social isolation, that Nelson Mandela spent 27 years in prison, much of it in solitary confinement, and emerged beloved by all.

My mom does know how to give advice.

And poems are never lost, only broken into more poems.

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