The dream is of a basement
With wide grey concrete footings
forming a ledge around the perimeter.
This is my basement from my childhood.
And water seeping in, clean clear water,
Filtered by the earth and lying level against the uneven surfaces.
Pumps and hoses are attempting to get it out
But more comes in at equal rate.
And an old grey ghost, short and straight
says, I will help you later, but for now I will rest.