but that was the way to another life.
she wakes as the founder of a still
rocky plain. her long coat flowing, her hair
moving like eel grass, or seaweed
in a shallow cove. thoughts drifting in and out
of rooms into the open air.
she rises and falls
sways further, and
further away each time.

o the things i drive her to, and
call her back from. my thoughts
always floating like dark balloons
in my sleep, deep and fecund.
she arrives every now and then
to help me, reappearing like
an avatar. a naked avatar, laughing
and obscene. dressed in a green
wrinkle of seawater, lit by a huge moon.