Those Dreams

The dreams we dream at night, the ones

we can’t remember in waking, only

their strangeness, a vague place, faces

we might have known, or not, bothered

that we can’t remember it, bothered

by its strangeness, and wondering

what it might have meant, if it meant

anything at all, trying to remember it,

trying to recall it … haunting us,

those dreams? Yeah, me, too.