medicine man

reoccurring dreams mean something
I have so many that repeat
you come round and hold my face in your hands 
and tell me so earnestly
how you want to take me somewhere 
show me things
and you have a map 
and it is old
folded soft like fabric
like you wouldn’t even need it
like you know the way
and the creases are stories you share
you do not kiss me
but I talk so much and just move my mouth
and say how I don’t know where this place is
in every dream I ask you to tell me more
is this a place I have been?
would I recognize it?
how far away?
you look lost

& I wake up