Noni's Field

When I closed my eyes in Noni's field

We were lying on our backs.

I dreamt that the ground split a seam,

…our spirits, floating.

When no longer tied into our bodies,

We left them (wrapping)

As a sign, to slip into the crack.

Tired and ready to go.

But I don't know what goes on.

I touched my grandfather's face,

He lay fixed in his casket.

He lay sewn shut and folded

So that none could refuse it.

They had posed, they had painted him.

I laughed. I let him go.

His cheeks washed like watercolor sunlight, evening time.

I could never put my hands back to them.

Still, I don't know what goes on.

Will my thoughts burn in unseen patterns?

Form a dim glow in your mind,

Long after you remember who it was that I looked like?

We saw the sky, swarming full with the light that the fireflies made.

An accidental constellation.

You, how will you go?

Out through your mouth in a sigh?

Into a space we don't know.