One Dream

One dream
Both impossible and deferred
Slinks through my slippery grip.
Like that fish flopping on
The dock when I was young,
Breaking free from my bamboo pole.
Or the way my son maneuvers
Like a running back when
I want to change his diaper.

One dream
Both tenuous and bold
Firms in my grasping hands.
Like the way a spider
Spins her web upon my
Backyard swing.
Or how my son constructs
A tower of blocks when
He is playing in the morn.

One dream
Both staunch and lively
Plants upon my heart.
Like the way the sunflowers
Tower towards the light
Within my garden.
Or my sweet son grasps
My face with pudgy arms
To gain my focus.

One dream
Turning, spinning, building, firming.
To free itself in me.