Reset in Repose

I dreamt that I could breathe underwater.

I dreamt that our communion was centred in the deep end.

I dreamt the sound of a crutch

Meeting the floor,

meeting the floor,

meeting the floor.

A sound of His life again.

Grief,

grief,

grief

An alarm louder than the birds that didn’t sing.

Mourning rings in my body

The one with the U

In between the Me

In between the We

I was taught to tap my body to remember it’s members.

But in this awakening

I tap my body in search of stillness

A sort of snooze

To the reset of grief in my body

To the Sorrow it sings

And To the sounds of the songs

That the birds didn’t bring