Because you came to me
in a dream, you have me asking,
What of you do I know?
And what do I know of anyone?

This dream appearance –
the way you laughed, subtle
irony in your observations –
where does it reside
that I should know it –
Where are you now?

And what does where mean, anyway,
in the everywhere of thought,
the every here of presence?
What will our knowing be,
when freed of time and space?
For this my daily practice strives
to find, each day, a little taste.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 24, 2020