No Longer a Dream
He stood in the dark hall and stretched
toward the bathroom light, to the right;
he wobbled on his feet, feeling a reach
back toward youth, scratching the wall
in a fruitless act. He needed to pee, to do
what his dream had been about all night.
His fingers touched the bathroom switch.
The light washed over him with terrible
speed, even through him like an opposing
idea. It made an audible thud against the
further wall of the hall to burst in waves
against his daughter's photos taken at her
birthday party thirty-four years before. He
recalled the hand-drawn sign, sweet sixteen.
- Keith Moul 2019
Keith Moul is an accomplished poet of place, an accomplished photographer of the distinction light adds to place. Both his poems and photos are published widely.
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