Tuesday, May 22, 2012
silence in the pause after the invitation to ascend
this is the stairway from the dream where you return to the earth by pushing through a warm membrane into the house where you slept as a child
will you remember the soft bodies?
will you remember what you always see from the upper window?
hide and count to a hundred
will you forget that the sounds you wake then, the turbines thumping in the basement and the squeal of a rusty gate, are only your heart discovering time, your shoes on the stairs describing space?
wait, wait … now leap from a closet and frighten the mirror