Remembering What Aedh Had Said Poem by Dennis Ryan

Saturday morning, May 5,2018 at 12: 45 p.m.; Saturday morning, May 12 at 9: 03 a.m.; Saturday morning, March 23,2019 at 10: 05 a.m.

"But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
- William Butler Yeats, "Aedh Wishes For The Cloths of Heaven"

May now,
and the sun on fire—
I went to the lake,
and two Canada geese
met at the mid point...
just after midday—
the water was shimmering.
My soul, dumb, adrift,
cold, possessed of no joy,
was in need of an anchor.
Then, in the reeds,
I saw you— leaning back,
your foot in the water,
you calling me by name.
The water sparkled
with silver light and gold,
and would I could have
made a garment for you
of such lights composed
and spread it under your feet;
but being a poor poet only,
I recalled another poet's
verses, recast them slightly,
and spoke them to you:
"I have only my dreams,
so tread lightly..."