fireworks

here we are, the moth’s wings are enfolded in the
sweet sticky embrace of web and desire
I allow myself to be sucked dry

the moth’s wings enfold me and I relax until morning
wash the sleep from my eyes, drink coffee
it wasn’t really death, only dreams

the smile of the old one pleased and surprised by fireworks
gathered circles, talking, eating and a song
the old one smiles forgetting deeply

then the child wakens and won’t let me leave -- mama. don’t go.
still I pack my bags and walk to the car, he tugs at my
heart and my feet, finally kissing me goodbye

I day dream of sleeping long and too deep to hear
the explosions. in the dream I set our
celebration to music and we dance

I don’t know why the air ran out, my ribs contracted, my heart beat fast
I don’t know why young men must die for love and country
I don’t know much of anything at all

Except that I need sleep and I need dreams:
dreams of wheels spinning,
dreams of stepping off the edge and flying,
dreams without separation
dreams of snail, spider, moth
dreams just one small step beyond reality