Last Night by Marianne Gambaro

Marianne Gambaro's poems and essays have been published in several print and online journals. She is the author of "Do NOT Stop for Hitchhikers" (Finishing Line Press). A member of Florence (MA) Poets Society, she serves on the editorial team for Silkworm. She lives in Belchertown (Hampshire County). https://margampoetry.wordpress.com/

Last Night

I dreamt

of triple generation Sunday family dinners

tables sagging beneath the weight of food

I did not dream

of the drone-eye-view of refrigerated semis

I saw on the 11 o’clock news

 

I dreamt

of health care workers and first responders

home with spouses and families

I did not dream

of Skype or Zoom or virtual meetups

where loved ones say their final goodbyes

 

I dreamt

of rabbits cavorting in fields and

penguins gliding down ice floes

I did not dream

of the masks they decorate that I ordered

from the woman who used to make dog bandanas

 

I dreamt

I brought my reusable bags to the grocery store

in one woman’s quest to save the planet

I did not dream

of being at the store by 6 to vie for toilet paper,

self-service salad bar bare gleaming steel

 

I dreamt

the new primary colored playground by the school

was resplendent with wriggling giggling children

I did not dream

of disembodied teachers on screens as

parents scramble to recall math skills

 

I dreamt

we were on a train to Broadway to see Hamilton

and dine at our favorite Trattoria afterwards

I did not dream

of New York’s cavernous streets and restaurants

whose only patrons are chairs inverted on their tables

 

Last night

 

I dreamt

I once again sat in Panera writing this poem next to

a steaming mug of black tea and butter-drenched asiago bagel

I did not dream

I sat here at my desk alone save for the gray cat

next to my computer who keeps pushing “return”