Juncture Dreams

A place in my dreams I often visit.

There’s a place I call junction

A crossroad which appears as deja vu

Every now and then I’m there in dreams

 

I cannot quite understand

Why this mind plays these tricks on me

But, it does and…

 

Perhaps you’ve been at this side of ends

Left of nowhere highway sixty-one

In the old south of Mississippi

 

On this occasion I drive a clunker in

Make that right turn into feeling of familiarity

This time accompanied by two young strangers

Desperately in need of help

Looking for someone and…

In getting them to their destination

 

We amble along having…

Insignificant and forgotten small conversations

Then round the last left turn pulling up into a parking lot

All has an air of the past

A taste of the American old west

 

As the picture comes into view

It’s an old rundown corner supermarket

Nothing quite as a Rockwell

A monument behind paint chips of falling pale blue

 

The timing is more odd than striking

Because it seems always

There’s an urgent need

To use their bomb shelter restroom

 

But, before I attempt to leave the silence of the ruined building

I watch these ghosts of people

Run busily through the numerous lines of checkout

I wonder "why do I think them so real"

 

I also feel an urge

To run my hands over plaster walls and across wood grains

To convince myself this is all somehow physical and not surreal

And then I am always on my way

 

Out the door and back onto the streets

And when I round the next bend

It’s then I realize

AlI I have are my own two feet

 

Ii’s a bewilderment followed more by legitimate questions

As I meet my companions they are the ones who first begin to panic

For their search for family is another hundred mile trek

And without my vehicle in existence

I can no longer render them that much needed assistance

 

When I turned to address this

They’ve all have disappeared

And again I’m alone among the faceless passing crowds

Left standing upon an open dirt road

 

Somehow I know…

There’s merely one direction… in which to go

And without another thought

I head further off into blue skies and tree lined fantasy

Down that old Dixie highway sixty-one distance unknown

Author's Note

Do have a familiar place that you visit more than once in different dreams?

Reviews

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Mike, I definitely enjoyed this. It has the right amount of creepiness, nostalgia, uncertainty. Very beautifully expressed. :)

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, I had another one the other day I need to write about. The dream involved 7 tornadoes. Yikes!!
Merry Christmas to you once again.

[SyberRose]

I enjoyed your dream...i was hoping since you drove in with a clunker you would drive out in a
BMW ha...made me think that maybe you might be winning the lottery...but it seems you are dreaming of
feeing alone and looking for people from the past...maybe next time I have a dream ill write about it..Rose

[Michael G. Smith]

I usually stop at this place when I don't want to get up to go to the bathroom. For some reason this timeiI brought passengers, lol.

[rutherford]

Stories of driving journeys are mythic to me. You're looking to discover new places and yourself. The poem carries over the dream-like quality.

[Michael G. Smith]

The mind is an amazing thing.

[Rita L. Sev]

Vivid travel in this dream, Mike. "A crossroad which appears as deja vu..." - a great line here.

Those familiar places become a part of our subconscious, an escape; they give us a home, even if we are far away...

[Pryde Foltz]

Certainly, it is trying to tell you something. Chances are you will have this dream again and again until you figure out what it. But don't ask me I haven't a clue.

[Michael G. Smith]

I think it appears when I don't want to get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Thanks for reading.

[Pryde Foltz]

Lol......................