We Dream The Dreams Dreaming Us

You say we should wait— 

It must have snowed all night or season,  


we don’t seem to know  

and there isn’t a clock; 


I say then  


we should  


wait, I  

trust you. 


The white page is blank outside;  

we haven’t heard in days. 

There is not enough time for a whole new plot. 


Inside, the wax dilates  

wide around the candle.


We sit in the dark

and wait


and are separate,


but looking at each other—

Copyright © 2022 by Brian Tierney. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on March 31, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.