Tuesday Poem: "Sometimes a Dream Takes Its Time

It waits

like a kingfisher perched above a pool

piercing the dusk for a flash of silver

while the one you wait for

swims upstream against the current.


It waits

like a whale sounding in the depths

searching the southern oceans with sonar song

while the one you wait for

is stranded on some lonely beach.


It waits

like a rabbit on a sunset hillock

sniffing the sweet evening air for friendly scents

while the one you wait for

struggles, entangled on the tines of gorse.


Sometimes a dream takes its time

and some nights the moon never broaches the clouds

and we forget why and for whom we are waiting

But the dream never forgets.