The Sultan’s Dream
(Part of Living Poem)
When it comes to walking, the jig’s up.
No more fit lad sitting at the pub.
No more flim-flam smiling with a limp.
See how the legs totter and the torso leans.
Do you know what a lame sultan dreams?
Of reclining on a divan wearing pantaloons,
Comparing his plight to a mountaineer’s
Negotiating an icy bluff in a fierce wind,
And then lounging in a tent to unwind.
Which circles the story back to point zero
And the dream in which one plays the hero
Riding a wave of results on a myth-made weave.
--Rob Neufeld, November 14, 2018