Learning how to dream, again

Sitting across a table, wine glasses between us

Months of missed connections fueling a rapid-fire catch-up

She asked me, What are your dreams?

I took a sip of chardonnay and launched into

my plans at work for the next two years

She interrupted, What are your dreams?

I took a deep breath and expanded into

my career path for the next five years

She interrupted, What are your dreams?

What are those big expansive things

you want to launch your life at?

I took a moment, sitting in silence

Reading my face, and assessing the situation

She asked, What are you afraid of?

And the truth tumbled off my tongue,

it had just been waiting to be asked

I’m afraid to dream

again

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