• David Sunderland

The Dream

I awoke, startled

but not afraid.

It was only a dream,

not a nightmare.


I had climbed, reluctantly,

curious and confident.

It was only a dream,

not a nightmare.


At the high board, I hesitated;

and looked down slowly.

It was only a dream,

not a nightmare.


I threw down my slippers

and glasses, now unnecessary.

It was only a dream,

not a nightmare.


And they clattered on concrete

well-aimed, missing the crowds.

It was only a dream,

not a nightmare.


Then I jumped far

amazingly beyond the pool.

It was only a dream,

not a nightmare.


An unknown surface flew towards me

and I woke up.

It was only a dream,

not a nightmare.


What did it mean?

My sly, secret unconscious?

It was only a dream,

not a nightmare.


Suddenly I was a child

fearful on the high board.

It was only my past

exposing a hidden jewel.


I did not jump that time

instead going backards.

It was only my past

exposing a hidden jewel.


I had my new goggles

they might peel off my face, lost.

It was only my past

exposing a hidden jewel.


I was worried for others

hidden in the pool below.

It was only my past

exposing a hidden jewel.


My belly was bruised before

when I dived ungracefully.

It was only my past

exposing a hidden jewel.


I awoke, startled.

Next time I will jump.

It was a dream

exposing a hidden jewel.

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© 2019 by David Sunderland