©1985, Olan L. Smith
Don Quixote your thoughts are in me
And my laughter in you
For we are one in thought and deed.
Let people talk their tongues are as vipers;
Their words roll like shining pearls.
The crowds gasp at our antics
And their eyes gleam with pride,
While we see them as they are—
Knives fastening us to a wall for inspection,
The crowds spit and laugh as we pass,
The cry out, “Dreamers!”
But oh, Don Quixote—
Where can we not ride?
Where can we not go?
(The poem "Dreamers" was first published in “Alura Poetry” in Vol. X No. 2 Fall 1985. I first wrote it during college about 1976 or so.)