Dreaming of You

The other night I had a dream—periwinkle-blue,
and I walked down concrete steps with you on my shoulders.
You told me that you loved me and I repeated it back
my arms stretched up, our hands in hands, we flew.

We forgot about the children’s museum,
the statues and exhibits,
we just flew.

My legs lifted us over sidewalks, curbsides, ‘round lampposts, and on
Higher—you said, and so there we went into
pink shaded pastels and that periwinkle-blue.
We touched white clouds and rainbows and made wishes on stars.
When the sky became too small for us
we came down

I pulled you from my shoulders and held you in my arms
I told you I loved you and you repeated it back.
That’s when the dream ended and I woke up,
I opened my eyes, put my hand on your mommy’s belly:

One day—I promised.