Dreamscape 11

There are eleven men in a car all facing forward.

Five are headless though opinionated.

I am in the back, but no one has seen me yet.

They are arguing about you.

They don’t look at each other.

The small one in the front seems to have the final word.

Still there is much controversy and point-counterpoint.

They know things that I do not.

The car stops.

You are beside the road, motionless, wordless.

The men get out and surround you.

They say things that I do not understand.

A fight ensues through only you move.

Slowly making your way to me -

becoming older yet more breathtaking with each step.