Night Flight

The night before, I dreamed in water.
My words sank.
The cat I liked, the spotted one,
changed into a cow
while I slept.
Toothless in my dreams,
I was a young woman.
Tonight, I’m an old man.

I promised not to fly again.
Not to cross the frozen river.
Not to dive for the lilies
that lie below.
Not to speak of the cat that moos.
Not to navigate the mud I used to call air.

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2 thoughts on “Night Flight

  1. This one evoked a lot of emotion from me, Rose. Those first two lines…wow. Here’s my little response poem:
    flying under water
    searching for a jumping moon
    a fiddle fish

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