Poem 4
I’ve always been fascinated how in dreams (my dreams at least) the identity of people is malleable, a character can shape shift, someone faceless suddenly come into focus – also that I can recognise someone from a quality of their presence as much as or instead of their features … this poem captured that feeling for me, and the idea that perhaps the significance of a dream is less about what happens and more about who’s in it …
( title borrowed from a Bruce Springsteen song … I like the word vagaries … )
Meeting Across The River
Dream may be a chaotic country a festival of shuffled spools but like Fellini the atrocious plot carries the same cast the small circle of faces never completely dropped I can stand the vagaries of a dream for your company that is someone sits down in a chair and only because I want it to be it's you