Memoir of a Dream, Or, The Paradox of Not Knowing, Yet Knowing

I

 I wandered in an arctic land beneath an all-embracing sky

That seemed to hug the earth and me so fondly and so tenderly

The wind began to sigh.

 

II

 

And in this desert white with snow and mesmerizing liquid light

I made my solitary way, -- open to the come-what-may

While savoring delight.

 

III

 

And yet I knew not whence I'd come, nor where my path was bound,

Only that I had a date with some unknown, elusive fate

Still waiting to be found.

 

IV

 

And so with deep-felt expectation I passed a glad and glorious day

With sun and sky and wind conversing, finding the faith to keep traversing

That world of far-away.

 

V

 

The wind was full of whispered thoughts, though what these were I did not know.

The sky had turned a pearly white as daytime tip-toed into night

With softly falling snow.

 

VI

 

Cloaked in coldness I carried on; the chatty wind soon settled down.

But why, I wondered, this sudden bliss? Then --- through the mist, with the thrill of a kiss

I beheld that jewel of a town!

 

VII

 

I followed my feet and turned down a street where the houses all sang of the past.

Before one I stopped without knowing why, but compelled by a force I couldn't deny

I knocked on the door at last.

 

VIII

 

The strangers within gently beckoned me in, and strangely this was no surprise.

Their welcoming voices tinkled with glee and though it was dim, I clearly could see

The love-light that shone in their eyes.

 

IX

 

How could I have known they expected me here?

How could I have known that I needed to roam to the ends of the earth

Where the sky seemed to curve, where the wind spoke in whispers and the light had such verve

To find myself ... at Home!

                                                                                   

Maxine Fisher