Last night,
I had a very peculiar dream.
And while all dreams are peculiar,
this one was especially strange.
I dreamt of an abandoned home in the making,
with gaps in its masonry walls,
brick-layer tools strewn in the unkept garden.
And from the holes in its unfinished crimson ceiling
leaked a faint, white light
where the old man sat
to read and write.
But none of this was surprising.
Standing amidst the yellow garden grass,
I bent down for a chisel
when it hit me.
What was so bizarre about this dream?
I was not in it.
I ran up to the old man,
chisel still in hand.
“Where am I?” I asked him.
“You are here,” he said, with obvious eyes,
“In this house,
in the making,”
He had not understood my question
and I was too frustrated to explain,
so I left him and the house behind
and went out searching.
I went to all the neighbors,
knocked on all their doors.
They hadn’t seen my self.
I went into the forest,
peered in rabbit holes and tree trunks,
lingered by the crook for days,
listened for my echo in the wind,
but didn’t hear my self.
I went to foreign lands,
travelled through their streets,
picked up all their habits,
spoke their language,
ate their food,
and didn’t find my self.
Everyone I saw,
I watched closely.
How they walked, talked,
breathed, sat, stood.
And even in their gestures,
I couldn’t find my self.
So I flew back, unaccomplished,
to that unfinished house,
and solemnly dropped what I had gathered at the old man’s feet-
fruit and stones from the forest,
funny stories from far-away lands,
legends of the neighborhood-
everything but my self.
“What has gone so wrong?” he asked.
“I looked through every tree trunk,
and under every flower,
I asked all the neighbors,
and travelled overseas.
No one has ever heard of me-
I am nowhere to be found,”
The old man smiled soft,
with the corners of his mouth.
“Pick up that chisel child,” he said, with obvious eyes.
“You are nowhere to be found because
you are here-
in the making.”
Amyouni
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