slithery moments
had a dream you fell from
the sky, arrived through
the veranda, and cried
when you landed
stockinged women,
mother walking me through
heart of a lion
shelled heart, mollusked.
they asked me what I saw in the sky
and I said I saw you,
the compunction swelling
in my lack of insight,
the inability to sense that we're
not the only heaven we're in
