In these times more than ever, we are reminded how fragile we are - collectively, obviously - but individually too. Fears, anxieties and even death invade our sancturies. Nightmares they may be, but they can be truly sobering.
Sorry for my waffling, MA, but you can probably understand how I ended up on this train of thought...
I adored the simplicity of this. It's incredibly poignant. With respect to the world status these days, it's easy to be surrounded by death and insecurity. Everything was in your head, the dream didn't matter. All that surrounded you still existed, unmoved by your sleeping thoughts. The ending was so comforting, just the image. There was nothing special about it, but it's so, so special at the same time. I love it.
MarryAnne, your poetry is always honest and moving. This could be me in the poem. My biggest fear is losing the ones I love. I often have nightmares that I'm recieving such bad news. Very comforting to wake up and realize it was just a dream.