by Barry Carter
For days nothing would be seen
when I was captain of a submarine.
I would yearn for clouds and rain
scouring my dreams. One day
we had a sudden loss of power
I experienced a pain-a cardiac arrest.
In retirement I am blessed with a
dog named Cain fascinated with fire
thunder and rain-he howls when my
dreams contain flames and plays games
with the pigeons that haunt our garden.
When I had a heart transplant I drifted
through the clouds in a submarine and confused
the beating of angels wings with those of pigeons.
Now as great energies advance I have taught Cain
to dance to bring rain and listen to the thunder sing.
