d. February 2004
Sometimes in my dreams,
I am standing in the Other World.
Alex is with me. She’s just arrived.
She asks me: Where is the man?
And where is the woman, and the boy
with kind eyes, and my old, crossed-eyed friend,
the one they called Lucy, and that young upstart Hubble, and the tiny blue bird that never stopped singing,
the one they called Jay?
I tell her they’re all right behind her,
that if she stays very still,
she’ll hear them approaching. I tell her
they aren't that far away,
that soon, one by one, they’ll
step from the darkness
to join her again:
the man,
and the woman,
and the boy with kind eyes,
and funny old Lucy, and that young upstart Hubble,
and the tiny blue bird that never stopped singing,
the one they called Jay.