Dreams do not circumscribe, but let us wander forth and back,
defying time to travel through memory’s broad crack.
The profile of the present vanishes in rapid transit
without asking us if we are in the shape to chance it.
Our minds’ stately mansions turn to crackerboxes when
that unconscious part of us has a wild yen
to plunge us back into the past to deal with problems there
for which our earlier life gave us scant time to prepare.
Time and again we have the chance to live our lives in dreams,
resolving problems in a manner our subconscious deems
to be healthy solutions to what didn’t work before.
It is as though the elements opened up a door
and let us wander back again through time and distance vast
to give us all a second chance to rectify the past.
Reminding us that our old sorrows were not meant to last,
revising slightly all those roles to which we have been cast.
Time that once sifted slowly rushes through the hourglass,
assuring us of that set truth: that this, too, shall pass.