Dreaming Man: two poems by D I Szamosi

blue ink, abstract, image by Teresa, on Pixabay

Dreaming Man 

He might as well pin a sign 

NOT FOR SALE 

to his trapper hat, and 

NO LONGER A BULLSEYE 

to his heavy coat. 

He left his family, 

left his house, 

left his beliefs, 

crossed the Rubicon, 

never to return. 

Now, finally, 

he lives his dream: 

to be one with nature. 

Rainy days blur sight; 

cold nights settle into bone; 

owls hoot and  

coyote packs howl staccato. 

Too late to learn: 

nature has her own dreams. 

  *

Always Returning 

Nations rise and vanish, leaving walls, ruins, and things that no longer seem to belong. 

People follow their routines, their actions produce results, they persist; some crack under pressure and are left behind; others find ways forward, or stumble into them. There are paths that continue, there are paths that fail. 

Many believe nothing matters, and act accordingly. The damage shows. People notice. 

The world continues: trees grow along riverbanks, valleys fill with shadow at dusk, people  

cross the land, and the marks they leave get rained on, grown over. They have good days and bleak ones, remember and forget. The earth continues to hold them. 

Fire gives warmth, light reaches into the night, stories are shared, objects pass hand to hand; people rise and rest, others move away; the world continues. 

What remains, remains for good. 

D I Szamosi’s flash fiction and poems have been published in various literary magazines worldwide. His collection of short stories, To No End, (under the pen name J.S. O’Keefe)

is available on Amazon.

(April 2026 issue)