In my dream, she was tired
and lay down at the foot
of the hill.
I climbed on,
eager to walk in the summit’s
wind-tossed grasses
that blazed up in last light.
But when I got there, the sun
was gone and the wind
so cold it seemed
to blow right through me.
I turned to her and called
but she was asleep
in the hill’s shadow
which she had become.