Lately I've Been Having Vivid Dreams

A psychological poem about the vivid dream of a mother with a brain tumor: "Lately I've been having vivid dreams," You said. "Perhaps it is the drugs, or perhaps The tumor presses hard against my brain. In any case, I've seen some lovely things, Things I have not thought of many years, Come back now with such yearning, such delight, That I could weep for joy to be alive. I dreamed we were at Grandma Rifka's house, Your father, I, and Rifka in the dark, Silent for the things we could not say. The moon invaded, and cold beams like ice Came in among us, crystallized the air, And like cold spokes transfixed us where we were. We could not move nor speak, though within me There feebly stirred a wish to set things right. The frozen air held us, ice like stars. Then you came in, waved hello, smiled, A large guitar slung over your left shoulder,