- by Linn Barnes
A Dream
-Linn Barnes March 2020
I dreamed I tripped and fell into a bog
way from the leash of good will
and left stranded on uncertain shores
the tidal flux lapping at my withered feet
now wrapped in a sheath of green
as I became more like the water
and less like the familiar earth
where once upon a time
I freely strode and smiled
grieved laughed and played