i had a dream last night about laying on a bed of grass,
covered in morning dew & little flower beds.
i was naked except for the thin nightgown i was wearing,
& as i looked up to the sky above my half-opened eyes i thought,
maybe death is just another open door, & maybe
falling in love is just a funeral for the person
you were before them, & maybe we're never really alone
after all. i let the crickets hum in my ears, &
the owls hoot in the treeline. a baby deer approaches
me, wide-eyed & afraid. i stand still, but even then
it hurriedly gallops back
into the shadows of moss & trees
towards where i assume his mother was.
do you remember the time you were that fawn,
always uneasy & doubtful
of the earth around you,
despite it's beautiful & content
appearance?
have you ever grown out of your speckled spots,
your baby hooves,
or your wide-eyed fearfulness
& stepped out into the wild
with no fear of the dark?
