Moving Day

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

Eye wish I could say

“I slept like a log”

But managed to have

A magnificent dream:

In a public place here somewhere —

A marina for instance with shopping

(There is no place like that here)

I watched in awe

With babe in arms

(My first grandchild yet

To be conceived)

An avalanche into the sea

Complete with smoke

And flying debris

And one giant Balancing Rock

Which landed geologically


Before tumbling

Away from me