Flow Walls

“I took a nap and wept for no reason.”
– Jim Harrison


It was more like seeping than weeping,
water beaded on the walls of our dreams

Did we know the quiet of snow’s malice,
Spring’s melt too slow, too sure for imagination?

How it would rise like sleep,
darkness spread in lazy pools across the floor

A cellar that welcomed nightmare
from between the cold stones of its walls

What mother language of night did you know
to wake with a start and tell me “it’s time”

And I again to descend,
in the wake of the flood.


Day 13, 28 Days of Unreason

25 thoughts on “Flow Walls

  1. Haunting feel. Night, sleep, damp…blend together well.
    Especially like the 1st stanza and the last 2. Uncharacteristic style for you; like that part. Fits the quote quite well. Feel like I need a sweater, now. Good stuff.


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