Time-Travel Walk

Yet another strange dream coming from a middle-aged woman who ate pizza before bed.

I can’t explain the strange walk from the unknown college.

I don’t know why I trailed the hybrid of myself

and an old classmate.

I don’t understand seeing a younger version of your sister,

or why I turned the corner

of the high-end Nike store…

Just to see you.

I don’t know why the dream was in two parts.

I know,

For sure,

You were the best part.

I went shopping in part one.

Nothing made sense in that store.

Seeing you,

In part 2,

Shook me to my astral core.

Where is this going?

I did not exist in 1984.

I was a thought until November.

I wasn’t whole

until next year’s August.

What was I doing there?

Why was it so different?

I’d asked what it meant.

In waking hours,

I still don’t completely know.

You were so beautiful.

I swear,

Just,

Beautiful.

In that small church office front,

you were regal with teased hair,

and a satin, pink, deep-rose blouse.

How 80s, with iridescent pearls.

In the dreaming timeline/lifetime,

you were single,

healthy,

alive,

and

that took me aback.

I know you loved Dad.

I know you’d never leave.

You wanted a family,

and your art.

I know you wanted me,

But —

You looked so happy,

glowing,

and vibrant.

I was just happy to see you.

I thought of your impact.

I decided that dream was just a glimpse.

Maybe I’m reading too deeply,

but,

I remember what Aunt Rose told me.

I remember how Grandma comforted me.

I’m here because Dad,

Aunt Lyn,

My grandfathers,

And Grandma Warren sustained a broken soul.

In turn,

You added years to dad’s life

and gifted me with art.

You left a trail of love and stories,

and I never tire of hearing them.

So all the strange pieces,

And wild astral travels

are simply just channel changes,

And tiny little shifts.

So,

Cheap pizza squares

with terrible sauce

send me right to the presence of my mother —

even in timelines where I technically don’t exist.

“Your higher self is with your mother…”

The gifted one was right.

No matter what timeline, existence,

or state of consciousness —

we always find one another.