Dream House
I dreamed the familiar dream of a strange house
I can not place; vast windows and redwood
framed by gray trees bending in lazy moonlight.
The house commands the tides from its cliff throne,
and so did you; when you crashed the car
and crashed your fist through the sliding glass door,
leaving drops of blood sparkling with glass
on the dream house floor.
Last night I dreamed you crashed into my soul,
and my heart rolled from the rocky throne,
floating on quicksilver waves
before sinking into the sanctuary of the sea.
(Excerpt from The Glass Sponge; "Dream House" was originally published in Grey Sparrow Journal.)
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The Glass Sponge
PoetryJacob's poetry collection, The Glass Sponge, traces family moments in "Dream House" through the "…lazy moonlight" as the sound barrier is broken, warning us, Ozzy and Harriet have stepped out. A tenderness emerges through the fear and angst of famil...
