we can’t say we know where we were going <br />in some instances we can’t say if we were going at all <br />there was a curve in the prayer and the dream woke up <br />to what would sooth the soul <br />the sound of the river rolling over rocks <br />or the qualming of a rattlers rattle <br />perhaps the sound of an owls night flight <br />or the wind blowing through the trees <br />dreams dreaming into each others dreams <br />leaving the cry to the cry <br />soon it will sooth your soul <br /> <br />(Michele Buchanan)
