If we do meet again, why, we shall smile
Julius Caesar V.i.28
Last night my friend and mentor was dreamed to me
He was himself again, and so was I
Among Spenserian fields and forests and friends
In a summer world all warm and green
In a time of waiting rooms and surgeries
Slow days of headaches and painful awkwardness
Appointments, lab reports, diagnoses
He came as a comfort, a vision of what will be
We did meet again, and we did smile
And so, just so, we all will meet again