Deficiency

The Deficiency Recurring dream in a city landscape, Streets between tall buildings are like mountains No wild goat will climb. I want to go home and feed my dog But have lost my air-line ticket And the taxi I took to get to the airport is lost keeps running in darkening circles. The face I knew is no longer mine It was lost somewhere in strange lands where I thought to find contentment To escape my childhood, but the face I see in The morning is of a sullen child Which no longer cry and cannot smile; this Old face is not mine, I can’t blame the dog. It waits and waits and id Old still remembering good words and cuddles I stretched my hand through time The dog understands my helplessness closes Its eyes and sleep. Guilt and Disappointment I could have done Much better What was given I rejected. But once upon a time I danced the tango in Argentina, long before the dog was born.