A DREAM
A crowd was at the station before you,
Women in various shapes,
The ones who had sons
Proud of their sons,
Grandmothers also in the crowd
Calling out to their children’s
Children who swarmed
Into the station, too.
Then you arrived, alone,
Lonely; it was just you.
They all wore dark colors, mostly black,
A dark-haired people with strong faces
Who wore dark colors well.
They all tumbled forward,
Plain in their stock dress.
And then you arrived, alone,
Wearing black,
An emotional mess.
Why had they gathered at the station,
And where were they bound?
And when I took your hand,
What had I found?
