I’m not ready to give up; this feels right to dream again.
A greenscape reflects a doorway to another greenscape
A place where it is safe to dream in absence, air between palm fronds.
I have pressed myself in this moment, there will be others
Opportunities to imprint myself permanently into the air, to carry on as an invisibility.
To replace my heart with a crystal ball, to feel less lonely in disaster
As every disaster needs a companion.
I'm not ready to make a promise here
because dreams are not places of promise, they are receptacles for all that might have been.
The truth is dangling at the back of a mother's throat
The truth is stubborn and won't accept the infinity of a mother's throat, not during a dream.
I can see a tree four different ways and not care about the difference.
I can replay the morning the sun finally sets into me
Walking westbound, I hold my head steady