Dreamscape

Deep in slumberland

I dreamt of a place

where women lived

contentedly

some with children

some without

helping each other

sharing the ups and the downs

and  the nitty gritty of a journey called life.

Men were occasional visitors

lovers,

sometimes  friends.

They spent time with other men

Drinking or playing  big-boy games.

They looked happy as well .

I woke up and looked around.

Saw women trying to

make “marriages” work

trying to share homely cares and chores

joys and sorrows, fantasies

with creatures called husbands

who wanted to be mothered

and then  complaining about being smothered

went off sulking

either  to their watering holes

or to comfort women

who never spoke.

Both the men and women

looked miserable,

contorted,

the women,

 exhausted as well.

    

I  decided to go back to sleep.