Jul/Aug 2021  •   Poetry

Within a Dream

by Charlie Brice

Photo by Solen Feyissa on unsplash

Photo by Solen Feyissa on unsplash

Within a Dream

From Ernest Dowson's "Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam"

New to our place on Walloon,
we didn't know that the most
violent storms arose from the south.

We'd placed my mother's old porch
furniture, a few plastic tables and chairs,
in our new Michigan yard.

We watched the sky darken
and a bilious cloud of rain
and lightening jumble its way

across the lake to our shore. A vicious
wind heaved those chairs and tables
to the heavens, ripped them to pieces

in much the same way that age
and rage had blown apart my
mother's mind in her seventies.

"They are not long, the weeping and
the laughter, love and desire and hate."
Safe inside our new place, I wondered

what tempest would tear apart my world?
When would I wander alone, lost,
abandoned to the torrents of time?