A spreading of
Pandemic uneasiness
And my dream projected
My uneasiness..as
Familiar faces in
Unfamiliar places and a
Dream insistence that
This is not a dream..
At least..not this time..not
These circumstances..however
Strange..
Then the waking shock that
This dream too..was a dream..
I had been fooled once more..

Suspicions have arisen
In times past..that our joys
And sufferings..are short
Stories..entering and leaving..
Scripts for the character we
Seem to be..so might the
Pandemic be the story
Which..at last..finds us in
Serious inquiry..to discover
The Dreamer within...?