In the dream you come back
So happy
The tumors gone or nearly
Life a possibility
Even a promise
The sun like oil on the water
The river in the palm of your hand
My daughters and I
Singing the ancient hymns
Playing the ancient instruments
The light all around and the red bells of the crossvine
And the chains of the dark now bright as the beads of a rosary
Rick Rohdenburg attended the Writers’ Workshop at Brown University, then spent thirty-five years working as a systems analyst. He did not begin publishing until past sixty. His work has appeared in the Chestnut Review, Laurel Review, Raleigh Review, and others. Now retired, he lives in Atlanta, Georgia.
