A RAY OF SIGH

The water floods the glass. Slowly, then, urgently. / 
Around my head, still dripping with nightmares, / 
noise - screaming from / 
one black hole to another, / 
none listens./ 

 

I pick the glass up. / 
The cold rim touches my lips - /
dry, thirsty, silent. / 

 

The water floods the mouth. / 
It slides down the throat, and into / 
the stomach. / 

 

A primal thing to do, I think. / 
All animals drink. All plants do, too. 
The earth drinks. A fundamental thing. / 

 

The noise continues. / 
It swallows the entire house. / 
I put the glass down. I turn to look outside. / 
A wind is blowing. The grass moves, like / 
waves in an ocean. The clouds part, / 
like two bodies in a bed of blue. Two  / 

 

little cats run up a tree, chasing the / 
sparrows that decided to sing - and what else would they do? They
Have no say in this. / 
I can hear the beating of my heart, /
and the sound of my breathing. / 

 

The noise fades. / 
The pupils dilate. / 
I am painfully aware that I am here, and / 
that I’ve died already - / 
all at the same time, / 
all at once. /