It's Still Life

A Gogyohka: In Dreams

My father, who passed
many years ago,
suddenly appeared
in my dream
last night.

Pale hair.
Certainly more of it
than I remember
him
ever having.

His back to me.
He was fishing.
A mirror-still river,
swollen to near
overflowing.

But it was
only as deep as
my father’s ankles.
His legs like pillars
splitting the water.

Perhaps things aren’t
as deep as we think.
and I wonder:
Do I appear in
other people’s dreams?

Poetic form: a Gogyohka.  Image is from Flickr Maine River Guide: Big Eddy Mist by Greg B (cc:00). Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021