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
Briefly
Before tumbling
Away from me