Postcard 8

I dreamt we were watching
The next Star Wars film on VHS tape
No, not the one that is coming out
This year, the one after that, VIII
Though the medium of recording device
and the hairstyles would suggest
It was one years ago, a lost scene
From my childhood and not a
Vision of the future.
But I was grown up and
So were you, adult and
Filled with knowledge of
What might come next
Foreboding, Premonition
The tension was too great
So I pulled the crocheted Afghan
Over my head, to hide from what I knew
Could happen, and to find
Safety under blankets from my past