DREAMSHIP
The net is closing. Yes! I’ve got one this time! The huge dream plunges and lunges, Struggling to get away. But I pull with all my might, and I can feel The dream coming up. As I haul it into my Dreamship, I’m trembling with fear. It’s a nightmare! The most terrifying dream! Now it’s onboard, flopping and twisting. I’m in a hot sweat, trying to keep it aboard While wanting to let it go. My dream glares at me. I stare back in terror. It opens its huge jaws and bares its teeth. Then it growls strange words, panting and gasping, Showing me frightening scenes from the depths. But after a while, it quiets down. Then it is still. I’m alone, afloat in the night, with my dying dream. By morning, I steer back for home. My net is empty.
Jack Salomon ‘62 is a 74-year-old Allen-Stevenson boy. He has three children, four grandchildren, and a granddog. He has had careers as a college professor, a commodity trader, and a financial advisor. He writes poetry as an avocation, and each year returns to the school to share poems with the other boys.
