Aftershocks
Published in
Apr 21, 2021
Last night I had a dream I almost drowned
in a manufactured ring-shaped river.
The circling current dragged me round and round
’til I relaxed my limbs in full surrender.
I slithered out and onto shore
where a crowd of spectators gathered:
I curled up on a bed of warm concrete.
Too quick the quiet passed and I awoke
to see a badged man looming over me;
he ordered me to get my things and go —
this crowded space was not a place to sleep.
I scramble-grabbed my chapstick, phone, and keys
(thank you so much, I’m sorry, pardon me);
all blurred to black as on my way I staggered.
