The Dreamer

The Dreamer

When she dreams, she sees the same movements
of the eyes under glass shells -- soft membranes ,
fast moves

      

        opaque shadows lick

     the room
is not hers

    

        shadows

the same inconsistency
as air

        as every time at the origin
the fall of rain

       

        the eyes that try
to behead the wind

      

        the pain
in the center.

Comments

[Rus]

I love the way this moves from the experience to the image to the human.

[Dick]

With insomnia very much in mind tonight, I should welcome an hour or two in the world from which this powerful little poem comes.

[Paula]

Thanks, Rus and Dick. The truth is that this was really inspired by insomnia.