On a foggy August morning
Realizing it was
A dream
That woke me
I had dreamed
An old tractor
Cranked the first try
To help me
Move a mountain
Thor yielded his hammer
The mountain disappeared
I became an Ice Queen holding nothing
Except an old liquor bottle
Winking Morse code for alone
Climbing back into bed
I held my sleeping husband's hand
As if he could save me
From all the dangers
That come with dreams
For dverse~Poets Pub
