An Evening Among Lovers

The original name for the following poem was "An Evening Among Lovers." I changed it along the way somewhere.


A Dream of the Lost

Jumping the curb in a dream,
We were running through city fields.
I could see the pool hall, a dirty church, and
14 shifty-eyed cars passing us.
We were lovers in a lost land,
like Lassie looking for Timmy.

We were looking for a home, hoping to be
in His presence, where we’d be safe and fearless,
next to crown-wearers, generals, champions--
some double-chocolate fattening place.

I felt this leering anonymous
on our curious date. Our long shadows
were more real than now. Were we
protected then? Is He waiting for us still?

An evening among lovers,
searching for a place in the dark,
laughing while we ran.
Barking, just over the hill,
we’re coming Timmy.
We’re coming home.