Dali or Chagall Waking up from her surreal dream, holding her forehead firmly in the palm of her hand, safe from all Last night was and now is here Her phone connected to expected disappointment, yet, nothing they say can ever affect her badly She reminds herself that all is moving forward into new pastures She takes a deep breath of hope filled with forged moments beyond reason, indulging herself into her own sublime innocence then the memory…of that dream Surreptitiously you arrived in a white car elegant and elitist, with deep ox blood seats “In hope I trust eternally” you said What kind words of wisdom amongst the madness all around, she thought You’ve entered her realm of forgiveness, her tranquil solace space, she breathes secondary and bit her tongue Then the eternal adagio, the windows to her soul spill over She retreats to observe objectively and resume with boundaries, responsive to her insight Questioning your intentions, as she’s weary of her oldest wound: Van Gogh, being alone…Sophie’s choice to let go She lets go of lonely and flew away dorettepotgieter ©