Out of Many; Daydreams

Anthony Hammill

October 2023

For Blue

I imagine… for a moment,

a reflection staring back; hauntingly so;

from your white smile; seated across the table;

of flickering embers rising and falling; of another day.

Of that sense of relief, 

when you held my hand unexpectedly 

and I made contact, as warmth filled me

as we feigned a pose for a photo off the bay.

Still imagining… if only a little longer,

of voices; “the Sens lost”; “I’d like the special tonight”;

Amalgamation of; indistinct chatters; generic rock;

into the hum of a window AC; distant winds.

Of when I first saw you

when we realized the event of the culminations

of trial and error. Our first hug where we

evaporated the coldness of past conflicts away.

Having emerged triumphant- from a 14 hour drive

and a ferry ride compounded by bumps and cold brisks,

Specters of daydreams, near misses, and reminiscences,

I made it.

Desegregate… the hums and winds,

where the voices came back with haunting

familiarity; reminded me of where I was;

As I came to; you became confused;

…and I smiled.