drowsed by the chair’s rhythm
cocooned in the sun’s warmth
i Dream

my fourth summer

chasing grasshoppers
in pastures polka-dotted with daisies and black eyed susans
chasing fireflies
in the lazy twilight blanketing the countryside
in purple shadows of old willow trees
crickets and bullfrogs harmonize
time to go in for the night

tanned arms scoop me up
the biggest welcome home hug since the prodigal son’s
soap, yeast, soil , vanilla,
no fancy department store cologne for her

she bathes me
pajamas me
tucks me in
coaches me in prayers
kisses me goodnight
opens the window a fairy’s height
leaves me to fall asleep to the night’s gentle lullaby

My son‘s somniloquay echoes
down the corridor
between sleep and wakefulness

would that Fate grant one favor

he taste the lavender wine
when Dreams come