Dream Poem 47: War ship, Beam of Light During the War I’m in a war ship, Looking at bath sponges from the sea, deciding which one to buy. A grand house in London, shut up for the war has a swimming pool in a conservatory. with all the water gone it looks dusty, abandoned and forlorn. A woman is called up to the Peace Corps. But a beam of light shot from a man’s eyes takes her away and impels her to go elsewhere in the service of another force. Roads right then left Looking for a house from the past, a memory house, a house of childhood uncertainty. Knowing I had been past it once Driving trying a different road.