Another Road

Imagine a dream where you
foresee your mother’s death
in an accident at sea –
before you are born.

Focus ignores reality
fixed in a searing deprivation
of love so powerfully fulfilled
it transforms time.

Nisse, she called me, little man,
although my name was Cædmon
of Streonæshalch: Together we
dreamed and she knew.

Nisse of my dreams
she said, wait for me.
I will take another road.
I’ll be there soon...
© 7 April 2008, I. D. Carswell