Year of Dreams
You want to do everything, he said.
How could I explain to my husband? It's true. I have dreams.
Not quite so extensive as everything, but dreams nonetheless. Not resolutions, mind you. After all, how many people really keep their New Year's resolutions? And where is the inspiration in resolutions?
Dreams, on the other hand, seem to be exactly the thing. They are open ended... at either end. If I say I am dreaming of being a skater, it doesn't matter that I can already skate on one foot and skate backwards and do the setup for a jump. It doesn't matter either if I never do a double axle. I understand that dreams can be unpredictable, that sometimes we don't even know what form our longings will take, in what dream they'll show up.
Still, this new year I am dreaming of dreams...
I want to skate in winter's lap, glide through months on one foot, spin past summer with a bag of French verbs that say, 'Mon cheri you can be a flutist again, brush up that guitar, dance if you wish, finish writing your book with a figure eight, be a better poet and friend, delve into the life of Dorothy Day, share a hot drink with Samuel Hazo, find beginnings and endings, put to bed a few old griefs, trace your dreams on the ice and follow them.'
Happy New Year, my friends. I hope you are dreaming too.
Eiffel Tower photo, by L.L. Barkat.
NEW LINKS TO THIS POST:
Charity's A Plan and a Future
LL's Random Acts of Poetry: Public Display of Affection at High Calling Blogs
Erica Hale's Poetry Friday
Mom2Six's New Year Poetry
Sarah's Enough (scroll to bottom of post)
nAncY's For LL, a poem on sweet dreams
Laure's The 1 O'Clock Afternoon Hour
Jennifer's Whatsoever Things
I didn't know people named years when I wrote this post. But Ann does. I like that.