he told me his dreams
VII
when I was little
I would have dreams
where I found riches:
a large rare, expensive
gold coin, a pile of
money hidden in a cave.
And the one thing I
remember most is that
I always wanted to take
it back with me; I knew
I was dreaming, and I
would think, “God,
please, I just want to
have this gold coin when
I wake up.” And I
would try to hold the
treasure firmly in my
hand, wake myself
only to find tightly
clenched fists. Once I even
remember putting
the wealth under my
pillow in my dream, and
then I would wake.
My instinct told me to
turn over my pillow as
soon as I could. There
was never anything there
