Codicil

Codicil

Some nights an arm strays outside the covers

and changes my dream.  Rain turns to snow

and winter begins.  I shift my body

and see the friend I forgot through the years. 

“You’ve come back?” I ask.  He nods and says,

“I can’t stay, but stop by this afternoon.  

I’ll bring you up to date.”

I don’t want to wake from this dream.

I think of amends still to make,

of promises kept and those yet to keep

made years ago long gone. 

                              —Donnell Hunter

                                        13 April 2012