from a confusion (of insensible things)

Inspired by the phrase I call: “Where are you?” , from the poem ‘Madonna of the Evening Flowers’ written by Amy Lowell.

This now comprises a part of The Linkages Project

in the night
awakened
from a deep dream
that is a confusion
playing its dishevelment
as though a conversation
of insensible things
shared between rational beings

my eyes open
staring at the darkness
startled

I call:
where are you

but the silence is a hollow
swallowing sound and equilibrium
in a single gloating

I find that I am panting
and the feeling
of the heart
within my chest
is the galloping
of a panicked steed

I must rise
find the light switch

I need to feel the floor
unmoving
beneath my feet
as I stagger to the kitchen sink
to find a glass of water

to find a calming
that might last me through
until the morning

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