from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (18)

I’ve been here before

floating adrift frightened

the water is cold

–

a door opens

I walk through an emptiness

to arrive in another

–

I’ve been here before

this time the people are blue

and the music hasn’t started

–

a door opens

air rushes in

to fill the space

–

I don’t want to repeat

but no one is listening

and patterns are seductive

–

years later

the same song plays

I dance alone

–

I’ve been here before

a door opens

I step through

–

there is no dream

there is no metaphor

the wind is silent

(January 23, 2020)