I am still trying to grasp how we
old high school friends, who haven’t
spoken to each other in a year
just shared that we had the same
dream last night, seeing our mothers’
emotionless faces coming slowly
toward us out of the darkness
waking us up to make us wonder
what they were trying to tell us
how the very women who gave us
certainty, now want us to toddle
through this day, not knowing
if we are going to keep walking or
fall down in an earthquake on our way
to some unknown place that may
have sharp edges
or maybe they were just visiting
on the same day with the same
mystery from the old neighborhood
where it all started, to tell us
we still don’t have all the answers
but they will be there when
we are put to our waking test
