My mother said,

    Go sleep and dream
    of dreams one night.
    And let that dream come out of you–
    Then, it will come true.

I wonder if it’s that simple?
I am young, naive, born in the middle of nowhere.
I went to grade school, then middle, now here
to this high school infront of the Bogue Sound.
I seem to be the only dreamer in my class.
The 10 miles I drive from the school lead down into Star Hill,
to the right, then I cross Pine Lake Road,
Make a right, straight, and I come to the driveway,
the driveway of my house, where I take my bookbag
up to my room, sit down, and type this page:

It’s not easy to know what comes true for you or me
at the beach, East Coast. But I guess I’m what
I want and dream and desire, Med School, I need you:
need you, need me–we two–you, me, dream on this page.
(I dream Pre- Med, too.) Me–who?
Well, I like Biology, Anatomy, Children, and encouraging hope.
I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
I like the stethascope from Health Carreers Camp,
and discovery of–X-rays,first aid, and therapy.
I guess being a dreamer doesn’t make me not share
the same dreams other folks dream who are other dreamers.
So will my page be just a dream that I write?

Being me, it will not be a dream.
But it will be
the real deal reality, Mom and Dad.
You are hope–
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
That’s family.
Sometimes perhaps you don’t want encourage my dreams.
Nor do I often want to be heart broken.
But we dream, that’s true!
As I dream for you,
I guess you dream for me–
although you’re older–and tad bitter–
and somewhat more wise.

This is my dream to be a pediatrician.