A Voice Of Madness

Last night I dreamed

about forgetting and frustrations,

losing and finding and not finding,

especially destinations;

how earnestly we seek them;

how elusive they can be.

A woman claiming to be lost

asked me if it was easier to be on the road

rather than being sedentary.

Well...yes and no.

I asked if there were road maps

for living past seventy.

She said, Use metaphors.

Okay.

What I want to know is who was

the raven-haired, self-proclaimed

‘magical woman’ in my dream,

blazingly passionate and alluring.

I was told she was spending time

in another place in some other time,

or something like that.

I’ve heard about those mysterious destinations.

Magical Woman said there are five.

Is she messing with me?

Lost Woman said, Yes!

And out stumbled another 

voice of madness.

From: Stumbling Through Dreams, Memories

and the Unintelligible

Unpub. MS p. 17