Tuesday, April 5, 2016
This new-found calm is alarmingly serene.
Quit from all things old, plastic and shallow.
As if plucked from a faded dream, I allow it in.
It has begun. I’ve wondered astray into their realm.
Grains of sand begin to appear on their own.
A delicate ghost cloaked in reality sits at the foot of my bed.
And behind it’s faded veil, I know who it is.
Tiny bodies know this place, but never remember.
But I do. Somehow I have been allowed to return here without dying.
Their breezes slide into my pores and out again.
All consciousness has jettisoned.
They’ve held it’s secret place safe so long.
On transparent twine I descend through ocean’s waves
to my deliverance.