An Invitation

An old man came to my house
and asked me
if I would like to attend a Pathwork
workshop.

He had only one tooth in the front
and it was hard for me to make sense of what he was saying.

When I finally figured it out
I relaxed,
and he became an older woman.

She had her teeth
and silver hair.

I told her I would consider it
perhaps on my way back into the country.

I showed her to the door
and stood speaking with her
through the screen--
she on the outside
me on the inside.

I invited her to come back anytime
to visit me
though she was unsure my father
would allow it.

You are very welcome,
I insisted.
To come and see me anytime.

With that, the dream ends.