Interstellar Slumber
from Out With Lanterns
As I drift off to sleep, I see a square and inside the square is water and inside the water is nothingness, the kind that leaves you wanting to dive in or run. What is it about closing my eyes that sends me shifting, shrifting all that I know? When I wake, it’s a slog back to life, an emergence from quicksand. I traverse the astral all night. Re-entry is fire, a leaden pulling. Every night I pull covers up over my shoulder, prepare for liftoff, pray for safe return from wherever it is my soul ventures this time.
So good.