The Regulation of Daydreams

You have a tendency to stare across empty fields.
It is what you are doing right this minute, staring
over a February field of brown and the remnants of snow,
seeing not, what is, but will be:
Dandelions and fresh greening of the trees.

You have lived long enough to know
what is inevitable and what is not,
content to regulate your daydreams
to what will be.

About this poem

A poem about love. About faith. About seeing. About age. About the inevitablity of seasons. Poetry is never about one thing.

The photograph was taken not far from my home in West Pawlet, VT.

Tom