In my dreams lately
I am traveling
Nothing scary
No force or pressure
Just traveling
Suitcase sometimes misplaced
But even then, I think
Maybe it will turn up
And it usually does

There are people from my childhood
Ones I haven’t seen in years
Joe is there sometimes
But in my encounters
Not traveling with me
I travel alone

Occasionally I find myself in negotiations
And although these seem to be rather complex
The outcome is my leaving
Calmly, lungs full of air
I am able to walk away
Without fear or worry

But in the morning
Waking up to my tasks
With a warm and agreeable smile
I am weary
And I long for freedom

The freedom of the widow
The freedom of the orphan
The freedom of the mother who has weaned her pups
The freedom of having nothing left to lose
I think I might be so unburdened
That I could fly