“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.