Dreamt...

Image by Chris Saunders 

Dreamt a lioness, with her mate.
Her mate so huge, exquisite,
calmly stalking near us,
suddenly on hind legs, assuring us
"I'm old, do not be afraid of me…"

So with his withered frame he limped
out of the dream
but I remembered him all day upon my waking. 

Still,
powerlessness
pursued my faith, my determination.
Had I seen a symbol of strength?
Or an imprint of hesitation, like something 
which has passed. Already passed. 

Unsure, and tired from the day, 
I settle into nighttime moon-watching, 
searching the dimensions of my confusion, 
or my gratitude, 
or both, 
unwilling to fall to weakness, 
but tired, 
seeking grace.