I had a dream during a soundbath,
of a family.
Babies with ringlets, drenched in golden-hour sunlight,
bouncing against perfect, pink skin.
We’re sitting at a picnic table, under a willow tree,
at my Uncle’s dam, backlit as the sun goes down.
Me, sitting under lacy green weeping branches that are dancing in the wind as I play guitar.
Or maybe I’m having guitar played to me.
I just can’t tell who the other person with me is.