Dream group

For years, every Monday we met at M’s house
to discuss our dreams, our life’s fodder.
One day, the host was very old, frail and tired.
She’d recline, close her eyes and wander off.

To discuss our dreams, our life’s fodder,
she opened her house, gathered us around her.
She’d recline, close her eyes and wander off.
We held forth, expected explanations, anything …

She opened her house, gathered us around her.
Council carers came to help out, be substantial.
We held forth, expected explanations, anything …
Sun and vegetation streamed inside the room.

Council carers came to help out, be substantial.
They floated by without disrupting our dreams.
Sun and vegetation streamed inside the room.
Still, we drifted. In a way, the house did too.

They floated by without disrupting our dreams.
The host’s husband appeared again to eat cereal.
Still, we drifted. In a way the house did too.
We never realised that we had stopped to consider why

the host’s husband appeared again to eat cereal.
Once the house was up for sale, a kind of haze moved in.
We never realised that we had stopped to consider why.
M’s daughter asked if I wanted any of her parents’ books.

Once the house was up for sale, a kind of haze moved in.
(One day, the host was very old, frail and tired.)
M’s daughter asked if I wanted any of her parents’ books.
For years, every Monday we met at M’s house.