Dream for a Friend

Dream for Friend      
     
Vaulted ceiling encloses us      
In a cavern of quiet      
Under a bony batwing roof      
With illustrated membrane      
High above our haloed heads      
Like the night sky overhead      
Beyond our cathedral silence      
In a Natchez of the heart      
Judy sits in front of me in her pew      
Just us two in the solitude of a temple      
Where faith finds a home      
For those who cling to the idea of a God      
But for us meditation rather than prayer      
Judy comes from the Jewish tradition      
I am a lost practitioner of Luna Moth worship    
I tell her how my old lover      
Wanted me to wear a yarmulke in the synagogue      
Judy laughs and says, “It would look good on you.”      
We walk the thorny path of darkness      
To ride our bus of dreams to New Orleans      
Our galleon with wheels      
Takes us past the synagogue      
“Judy, the inside is so beautiful”      
But she is fast asleep      
As our ship rolls on tires upon an asphalt web      
Past trees silhouetted in sodium light