Dreaming A Poem

Living a poem At the hospital, I woke up in the night went to the loo. Coming out I didn't recognize the hall a woman came told me to go back to bed, "but my father told me to stay here" and I knew I was in a dream I could not remember the title of When young this tendency to become was strong but with advancing years and cynical sobriety my reading of poetry had cooled. The nurse took me to bed I invented her into it she chuckled, go to sleep now. I in the morning while waiting for pre-breakfast coffee and a scone and the nurses were busy sticking needles in to me I tried to remember the title of the poem, and I think it was called "the boy on the burning bridge."