We were going down the mountain
you had taken your shoes off
walking through streams
I was running to catch up with you
the light was soft
the landscape fuzzy
as it often is in dreams
the path was longer
than we’d anticipated
it was an hour before dark
but we weren’t worried  –
Dad could come with the car
and rescue us
or we could wake up  –
it would come out
to the same thing.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 10, 2021