Michael Estabrook is a baby boomer who began getting his poetry published in the late 1980s. Over the years he has published 15 poetry chapbooks, his most recent entitled “When the Muse Speaks.” Other interests include art, music, theatre, opera, and his wife who just happens to be the most beautiful woman he has ever known. Lost Room Dream
Even after decades
I still have the same old dream.
College, final exams.
I cannot find the exam room for my economics class.
In fact, I had forgotten to attend classes all semester long.
But now finals, must try to take them.
But cannot even find the room.
Up and down the stairways, wide and sunny,
back and forth down the hallways, narrow and dusty,
peering into rooms, rows of desks,
windows, chalkboards, stacks of test booklets.
But nothing is familiar. I cannot find the room.
Years later in real life I returned to
where I had attended, but not completed, graduate school.
The classroom had been there in the same place
since Andreas Vesalius, 400 years:
an ancient stately room of learning
along a cobblestone street. But once again,
like in my dream, I cannot find the room.
I cannot find, the room.