Is This Real?
Three times tonight
I dreamed that you awakened me
though I was sleeping still.
The third time I told you
I’d twice already dreamed
that you were there (the second time
I told your sister what I’d dreamed).
“That’s fairly common,” you said
(I wonder if it is). I asked you,
“Is it real this time?” You told me
that it was. But then I saw
objects that I thought I’d seen
in my earlier dreams (though now
I can’t recall if I had
or even what they were) and knew
I dreamed again. There’s so much more to tell
about what happened in each dream
(my own sister and her husband
paid us a visit by surprise
to bring us what we already had),
but what awakened me at last
was thinking of the lines of this poem
and knowing that I had to write them down.
As I finished them, you came into
our room. I asked, “This time
be honest: Is this real?”
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