Without Paying Attention to the Science
It took maybe 20 minutes on the other side to realize this subconscious layer is the therapy I have needed.
He woke me up, unknowingly, from a tight, dance-like embrace.
It was on the street but it felt safe like Mama.
I asked you, “Where are You?” knowing, believing you were listening.
Tenderly my chest rose, light, free from breathing.
You answered with this man’s question.
His eyes trepidatiously crawled over my face, knowing, confidently I was the one.
“I don’t have anything... Come to my home at 7:00 and I will make you dinner.”
He didn’t need my address and there was no worry of that fact.
The city in which my husband and child still slept was made of old money and drenched in rain.
It was a wonder how I knew it was a dream and also that indeed I was lost in slumber.
The eye unaccounted for on this side was burning, but I met true peace.
My nervous system sounds sweetly when I loose grasp of reality against cool sheets.
Like most known modes of healing, my body takes the plunge without permission asked.
Fixed on mending the things I can’t make sense of when I am awake,
while I lay still, falling, falling, falling,
into the mystery of rest.
