I Dream Again

I had the dream again

The one where I cut my hair 
short.
	You weren't in it.

I turn my head back and forth
in an emphatic gesture
of No!
	No!
		No!
But what I  mean is
		    Yes.

Yes to the way that the new hair
swishes past my chin,
bats playfully at my cheek
like a tiny bird.
Yes to the lightness of practicality,
Yes to the relief of the endless
		undeniable, undetermined weight of years.
Yes to the free-ness of it.

My face is unnerved by a grin,
my eyes flash and glisten
with the prospect of a new day.
My nose runs
	and in the dream,
I dont care, let it run
a bit, and notice 
		the tears.
	They are solid joy.
I've had the dream a few times.
Sometimes
	You were in it.

I had the dream again.
The one where I cut my hair
and feel the freedom and light.
	You weren't in it
(That's all I know.)