Noni's Field - Anathallo

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