One Month


For one month I was asleep,

sometimes with my eyes open, sometimes resting flat on the bed with my eyes closed.

In my dreams

repeated repeated repeated

I took my son to the Emergency room

to breathe.

In my dreams

there was sand and sun but no ocean.

In my dreams

there was ocean and sun but no sand.

In my dreams

I shivered and I wore a hat

so the heat from my body didn’t fly out of the top of my head.

Then I awoke

And the leaves fell from the trees with startling suddenness,

as if from grace.

No drift. No swoop. No gentle sway.

Heavy and unmoored

they landed as everything will

in grace.


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