Secrets to tell

I have the weirdest dreams right before sunrise. #poetry

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell. Don’t go back to sleep.

- Rumi

I thought I was awake.
A stranger came to me, looking for a wife.
He was kindly-looking and lonely
I was married, with two children.
Of course I said yes
Packed my things
We drove to his house
(Conveniently near my church)
We slept apart that night.
I woke the next day
Remembering what I left behind
Especially the half jar of refrigerator oatmeal
We drove back in silence.
I ate my oatmeal, all five of us sitting at the table.
My daughter asked how long I’d be away.
Until the baby comes, he said.
“Dude”
(Said my son)
“She’s seventy-five”.

2/12/2026, about 5:30 AM