The Dream

I dreamt
of Kathmandu
on a day after the games
had ended & all had left
except the few

A Sherpa
in whose tent
I was staying was packing`
up his things so as to leave
but he told me
I must stay

But where?
I wondered as
one by one yellowed yurts
loaded high now on backs
moved off into
the valley

Until at last
I stood there all`
alone on a deserted steppe
in the lightly swirling snow
wearily awaiting
the Guide


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to The Dream

  1. A great serene tale…now maybe I know why Bob Segar wanted to go there :)

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Morgan says:

    Always Amazing, Peter :)
    Thank You for Being such a Blessing in my Life. I Truly Appreciate Your Inspirations :) Happy Friday and Have a Fantastic Week End~

    Liked by 1 person

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