Listen

for M. C.

You have made it
out of the house
that was
your childhood home.

Left behind
the back yard -
swingset, trees,
the earth
littered with
dead falcons.

Your child-soul
within you again.

Cradled by a mother
who drives
a long, white limousine
and holds your hand
from beyond.

Beloved child,
grown woman,
you are here
for a wild,
whispering reason.

A dream that is dying
is calling you to attention -
the only one who can save it.
Listen.