dream twelve years later

dream of waiting for my husband

to drive home in his huge log truck

so real, the worry, the longing

to hold him safe

but when he came a great niece

and her husband came so he needed

to tend to them and our moment

put aside, but he saw my smile

memorial

the breeze a gentle reminder

of his touch near my shoulder

when he wanted to share

the antics of a bird on the wire fence

or a doe still beside the pine

at the edge of the meadow

i had not yet seen