A dream

There was a baby sitting in a chair in an emergency waiting room. He was round and bald and dressed in blue, peaceful. And I knew his last name was Williams. A man burst through the door and called to the baby, called him William. William Williams. A lady who was sitting next to the baby asked what his middle name was, and I said it was Carlos. She started weeping then, saying, "It's a poet, it's a poet."