By J.J. Tindall
J.J. TINDALL’S DREAM
I just had
this dream:
I was in a city park,
walking south
down the east side
sidewalk.
There was a ragged
chain-link fence
around the park
which included crumbling cement
basketball courts
with weeds popping up throughout.
There were tall streetlights
at regular intervals
that were crumbling, too.
I climbed one of them to the top
at which point
the streetlight
slowly bent back downward
to the ground
and I landed softly
and safely, giggling.
I wanted
to do it again
but at the base
of the streetlight behind me stood
a middle-aged Black man, also giggling.
I took him to be
an authority figure
and was nervous.
He seemed cool about it, but
he also called me
“J.J.”
I’d never
seen him before
in my life!
Posted on March 14, 2013