Faint details of dreams
appear years later,
reaching into daylight.
descend on the marsh,
shouldering wildfire tattoos.
Catch and release. Words
no words. Listen long enough
you will disappear.
Green, feathering pine.
Rising from tangled
alder, birch look like deer drawn
at the river’s edge.
Black mud. Stems reaching.
Wingtip to fingertip.
Bloodroot and worm; all equal
to the insatiable mind.
For hours maybe minutes all night
dreaming I cannot sleep
find the word Insuette written
on wallpaper, wanting to be taken.
At 4:52 I get up. Through the window
bamboo chimes, night shadows and a moonlit chair.
Insuette. Her heart so far adrift I must call back
the swimming dog, search for a boat I will never find.
Soft-minded, hesitant and out of step
I expect nothing from the morning
think the dull silver light all wrong
but am mistaken. A rabbit waits. Insuette.
The poet, granted an isolate word
reaches with trembling bowl
stumbles the stairs trips on a root
grasps the thin shadow of a branch
like a dreamer realizing the dream
too quick to flight wakes up empty
in a dark bedroom on a moonless night
without a word. The silence, barren.