Dreams
The Most Valuable
Here’s yet another bizarre dream I had had during a Saturday afternoon nap. I can’t.
It’s a valuable item; a pink, thick paper,
an identifying document — resting on the
palm of a white man, faced up.
He’s presenting it to me as proof,
a strong proof about my identity, my life.
His eyes are deep; expressionless
yet a bit tired.
He has appeared from out of nowhere;
a total stranger with power and authority.
His demeanour is professional, collected;
his gestures are calculated.
After a moment of certainty, he says,
“You won.”
I gawk at him, puzzled yet calm.
I’m not overwhelmed with gratitude or
full-on happiness at all.
Nothing to celebrate either.
I simply respond with a smile;
small, content, peaceful.
For I don’t even know what it is to begin with,
though I know for sure I deserve it no matter
what.
Sleep creeps in… as daylight still grieves.
But before I close my eyes,
I recognize where I am.
It’s where I’m supposed to go.
It’s a place where I feel safe,
accepted and taken care of.
It’s not home.
But it feels like home enough.
After all that I’ve been through,
God has led me to the other side…
where I can just smile a little.
Even just a little.
Perhaps it’s what I won.
A peace of mind.
It’s already enough.
As I work my way…
… back home.