Tapati

And suddenly I awaken in the good dream

My pillow a patch of red clover

The gravel road, now graced with ruts, beneath me

Uneven ground 

And let me tell you of the fireworks I saw

The bursts of yellow

The blushes of red

The blooming of orange

Blocking out hellish sky

It’s here, in the dream, that I witness deathly artistry

She lowers on the horizon, burning flesh and felling trees

I leave my body so as to encompass Her, 

swallow Her

suffocate Her

And yet, She disappears behind colorful artillery 

The tears flow with the trickling stream and become a river that reaches for Her the way a baby reaches for its mother

We go screaming and kicking into the dusk

And in my shivering slumber I dream only of Her

I dream of my grandmothers skin grafts

I dream of the warm, mossy water and it’s moldy surface

I dream of the fires that rip apart picture frames

Remember, She may be smaller than Canis Majoris 

but She will bloat the carcasses until they sweep open and canvas this soil

Perhaps tomorrow, if she chooses to return, remember

Let Her in