Lost Dream

poem by Joan McNerney

I am driving up a hill
without name on an
unnumbered highway.
 
This road transforms into
a snake winding around
coiled on hair pin turns.
 
At bottom of the incline
lies a dark village strangely
hushed with secrets.
 
How black it is.  How difficult
to find that dream street
which I must discover.
 
Exactly what I will explore
is unsure.  Where I will find it
is unknown.  All is in question.
 
I continue to haunt gloomy
streets in this dream town
crossing dim intersections.
 
Everything has become a maze
where one line leads to another
dead ends become beginnings.
 
Deciding to abandon my search,
I return for my automobile…nowhere
to be found hidden in shadows.
 
Finally I look up at the moon’s
yellow eye…my lips forming
prayers to a disinterested god.

About the writer

Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary zines such as Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze, Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Halcyon Days and included in Bright Hills Press, Kind of A Hurricane Press and Poppy Road Review anthologies. She has been nominated four times for Best of the Net. ​