Dream 2

the car had a cover over it

and it was over the wheels

and it hurt my ass and I

couldn’t sleep. It seems I should move, go forward now

I was wandering through the jungle

anywhere on earth but I was a woman

in bed in New York and how many

people have died in wild places

dreaming you were still in bed

would you know. Travel well

I said to my dog when she

went on her journey thinking

of a cheap movie

I’ve thought this was an urn

turning this was on water

this was flat

but now I see light between

the trees I see water trickling

through stone this is not

made of language but energy

that will stop when I die

the dream dies too

one bolt

Source: Poetry (December 2013)

Drawing by Wladyslav Benda, c. 1918, Moon and Milky Way, preserved at the Library of Congress