Response to Wislawa Szymborska’s “Receiver”

Dreamer

He comes when I’m broke
When misery makes me weep
Showers me with wads of notes
Gives me new tales to write
My father
Past, present and now spirit
His smile, yes he smiles
An exact match with mine
This is how the dead live on
Preying on secret wishes
The god we seek in miracles
This is how our ancestors bless us
In ways we can trust
The face we love the most
In streams of dreams
Where we swim, but never lose under
We find our way to daybreak;
To feelings of mystery
We awake to newness
To day dream.

Vera