300. 9.0
Dreams come stubbornly through blackness
Come as water
Come as rumbling
Come invisible and insistent
Dreams hold on stubbornly until there’s light
(there is no light)
Taken
as we are taken from
water as we are made in and pulled from
water as we live beside water
and together looking out over
flat water
we do not imagine
the earth shaking
water rising up
to find us
to wash over us
The sea rises without a heart
The earth stumbles and falls
Somewhere a light goes off
Can you feel
the weight of not sleeping again?
Do you see the darkness
or that that lies within the dark?
The trouble with morning is
that it doesn’t understand dreaming
and the trouble with dreams is
that they do not persist
Sometimes the smallest crack in the pavement
Sometimes the smallest one
Sometimes nothing
lets us see
what’s there
We see it coming
after it hits us
for some like rolling
over us and the crush and the drag
for some like cracking
for others only jostling
You, far enough away
for jostling
not enough to avoid
regret
it leaves a taste in the mouth
salt
or water
just wetness
or dust
maybe crumbling
a taste like falling
and they’ve already fallen
but we keep seeing them fall
enough people to fall like water
each one a drop
a few minutes
and nothing’s left
If the coast had been Atlantis
there would have been a gentleness to the water
a small rising
and a sinking of everything
in
the water still dark
and cold
but comforting
We live on a fault
It is ours
We didn’t request it
but must accept it
the world is unsteady
and will knock us down
water will come at us
and will knock us down
and we’ll never find everyone we have lost
even if we dream it
even if we stubbornly dream for it
in the dark
through the dark
dreaming of shaking
dreaming of water
Do you know the number of people it takes
to forget who is gone?
Do you remember the weight of the water
before it fell on them?
Neither do I
So I give you a poem
because it is like giving you nothing
and taking nothing away
because it changes nothing
though it tries to remember it all.
Come as water
Come as rumbling
Come invisible and insistent
Dreams hold on stubbornly until there’s light
(there is no light)
Taken
as we are taken from
water as we are made in and pulled from
water as we live beside water
and together looking out over
flat water
we do not imagine
the earth shaking
water rising up
to find us
to wash over us
The sea rises without a heart
The earth stumbles and falls
Somewhere a light goes off
Can you feel
the weight of not sleeping again?
Do you see the darkness
or that that lies within the dark?
The trouble with morning is
that it doesn’t understand dreaming
and the trouble with dreams is
that they do not persist
Sometimes the smallest crack in the pavement
Sometimes the smallest one
Sometimes nothing
lets us see
what’s there
We see it coming
after it hits us
for some like rolling
over us and the crush and the drag
for some like cracking
for others only jostling
You, far enough away
for jostling
not enough to avoid
regret
it leaves a taste in the mouth
salt
or water
just wetness
or dust
maybe crumbling
a taste like falling
and they’ve already fallen
but we keep seeing them fall
enough people to fall like water
each one a drop
a few minutes
and nothing’s left
If the coast had been Atlantis
there would have been a gentleness to the water
a small rising
and a sinking of everything
in
the water still dark
and cold
but comforting
We live on a fault
It is ours
We didn’t request it
but must accept it
the world is unsteady
and will knock us down
water will come at us
and will knock us down
and we’ll never find everyone we have lost
even if we dream it
even if we stubbornly dream for it
in the dark
through the dark
dreaming of shaking
dreaming of water
Do you know the number of people it takes
to forget who is gone?
Do you remember the weight of the water
before it fell on them?
Neither do I
So I give you a poem
because it is like giving you nothing
and taking nothing away
because it changes nothing
though it tries to remember it all.
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