A Poem I Wrote

The boy had a dream about a sunset
And it was beautiful.
He had never dreamed of anything so beautiful
And when he woke up he climbed onto the roof.

What are you doing up there, his mother asked.
I'm waiting for the sunset, he told her.
That will not be for a while, his mother told him. Come down.
No, he said. I do not want to miss it.

And he sat on the roof
And waited for the sunset.

Come down and have some lunch, his mother said later that day.
But I'm waiting for the sunset, he told her.
That will not be for a while, his mother told him. Come down.
No, he said. I do not want to miss it.

And he sat on the roof
And waited for the sunset.

He did not swing his feet or twiddle his thumbs.
He did not even watch the birds or wave to his friends.
The boy sat very still and waited for the sunset.

And when it came he smiled
And he watched the sun set
And it was beautiful
And then it was gone.

And when he climbed off the roof and into his bed
He fell into a dreamless sleep.