Because of the appearance in the dream of someone known for his humor, I'm taking it as a sign I need a lot more of that next year! I'm not alone in that, am I?
On the grocery store shelves
I find two
pomegranates:
one is
broken open;
one is
squashed.
A helpful clerk offers
to look for
others,
fresh and
whole.
In the meantime,
I meet an
old acquaintance,
a
celebrity, in fact, one known
for his
humor and political savvy.
Together, we roam the store
and
nonchalantly enter
the back
rooms, the dark storehouses
and cold
corners inaccessible to the public,
and then
finally the night-time parking lot.
When we reach the holiday’s long
check-out
line, I am still waiting
for the
clerk to reappear with my
sought-after
fruit.
After I wake up, I appreciate that I have had
a congenial
companion and guide
through some
hidden other/underworld.
I hope that Persephone’s
healthy, whole,
ruby red and
burgeoning
fruit will soon
be in my
hands.
