I dreamed you played the piano
just like you’d sing ‘We’re home!’
(The kids steer past you –
polyphony, strophe.)
That was alone, in this future,
advertised – not just a gesture
(a touch, the gesture,
eyes meet, the gesture) –
advertised –
What was the dream
going to say?
The dream can’t remember
but ‘all’, ‘chance’,
and ‘many a December’
play, perfect,
from your calloused fingers.
I took no lessons.
I teach the fugue.