it was all a dream.
All a dream as to how
this week would unfold.
What activities I would engage in
who I would meet
what conversations would take place.
It was all a dream.
And now reality kicks in
with hobnail boots
not that but this.
The beautiful images and daydreams
disappear like wisps of smoke
ethereal and intangible.
Here is the reality
a sick body on its way home
too ill to partake in the lovely dream.
When will I learn?
There is only now.
We can plan and arrange and then
wait to see what unfolds.
And stop trying to force dusky
daydreams
into our reality.
© 24 Aug 17
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