I purchased a skiff
and painted eyes on the prow
so it would guide me
through the seas of sleep.
The unimaginable regularly appears,
blows storms through my dreams.
To prepare me, my angels say.
I have met the ruthless segment of humanity.
I met a hungry soldier in a time of war
who used a grenade launcher to herd geese close
then killed every one of them
with his armored personnel carrier’s machine gun.
I cannot say the preparation
my dreams sent me
equipped me to handle
this real life equivalent.
copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney