Poem by R.M. Dolin, January 18, 2024
Resolving Troubles
I tend to dream my troubles away,
even when they go off script.
Last night I held you tenderly as we sat
on a bench along a barren beach watching
the sunset, allowing wind to
calmly coalesce our many thoughts into
the one I’ve lost the strength to face.
My dreams don’t ask questions
or constrain me to logically laid out
threads of plausible outcomes.
It’s there I find you,
my compassionate companion
capable of accepting me
with all my warts, who stays
even after my troubled baggage
has long been exposed.
I talk to God in dreams,
sometimes he patiently waits for me
to come to him, but more likely
he finds me. He laughs at my story
as I try to explain, then reminds me
not to be so damn serious.
He doesn’t criticize,
never judges,
instead, kindly challenges me with
how best to resolve my troubles.
Background poem for the novel, “The Dangling Conversation.” Kyle has too much on his plate; as one world crumbles, a new uncertain world begins.
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