When I closed my eyes in Noniâ??s field
We were lying on our backs.


I dreamt that the ground split a seam,
â?¦our spirits, floating.


When no longer tied into our bodies,
We left them (wrapping)
As a sign, to slip into the crack.

Tired and ready to go.

But I donâ??t know what goes on.

I touched my grandfatherâ??s face,
He lay fixed in his casket.


He lay sewn shut and folded
So that none could refuse it.


They had posed, they had painted him.
I laughed. I let him go.
His cheeks washed like watercolor sunlight, evening time.

I could never put my hands back to them.

Still, I donâ??t know what goes on.

Will my thoughts burn in unseen patterns?
Form a dim glow in your mind,
Long after you remember who it was that I looked like?


We saw the sky, swarming full with the light that the fireflies made.
An accidental constellation.


You, how will you go?
Out through your mouth in a sigh?

Into a space we donâ??t know.