in the beginning
before the day wakes up
i am whole
dreaming the world as it should be
i fly in my dreams
i can see in dreams
the dead whisper in dreams
i listen
they have let go of sorrow
their dreams have become
directions maps charts
i understand them
sometimes they want me to write it down
sometimes to say it
sometimes just to know it
i listen
I remember
I am their voice
they gave me mine
i am the opening
they hold the curtains
i am the tributary
they are the river
i am a pebble
they are the mountain
i remember
then the world’s engine begins
the lights come on
the merry go round starts
trauma wakes up
it gets hard to hear
hard to see
hard to remember
what i deserve
who i am
the voices from the mountian
the sun rises
i fracture
one who remembers
one who battels the engine
to make time
to write down
to say
just to know
