The Umbrella

I dreamed

the other night. I forgot my umbrella,

you said you’d wait. I knew you would. You waited

while I ran down the long hallway that seem to grow longer.

I passed people, so many different people I passed, not really seeing. I almost fell

off a platform thinking it to be stairs. I complained to someone, he said, people should look more closely. I ran and got tired of running. It was a long way, longer than I thought at first.

                                                                                                                                        

                                                                                                                                    The umbrella

was in your office, in your home, tucked away beside  a gymnasium. Something

was going on, many people were there, different people, many people

I didn’t see. There were colours and interesting things,

and good looking men, but I was too busy

searching for the umbrella,

because I didn’t want

to get wet if

it rained.