when we dream of those who have transitioned

when we dream of those
who have transitioned from this world
i believe their soul meets ours, full on-
(reminding us)
that they have never left us

dreamed of my dad this morning
he was wearing the colors of fall
burnt sienna jacket, cordovan shirt
he was waiting for mom to get ready

dad was always patient as a saint
i saw him looking out the kitchen window,
drinking a glass of water
he said, "if you called home more,

you might get more work"
i share that i had a cell phone
not realizing when he said "home",
he meant to talk to my own heart,

to what is most important; to talk
to him more, perhaps-- as i feel
he was speaking to my soul
by virtue of dreaming of him

and then he reached to hug me,
plant a kiss on my cheek--
it felt as natural as how days
get longer in springtime

offering the sweet fragrance
of undying love-- to last
my whole life- spilling
into all lives left to live

a returning to apple's core,
i need not search any more

words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '15~kath*odes.