So Many Sarahs

A dream with a sense of humor, and a poem that gets serious.

There is not just one Sarah. She appears to each of us with a different face, and she appears differently each time we imagine her. Photo by LeeAnn Cline on Unsplash

Now I’m dreaming about her

Recently I dreamed I was in my old friend Sarah N’s apartment, where I met a young girl (also) named Sarah. As I left the apartment and stepped into the lobby, I ra…