In dreams, I flow timeless

Marc Chagall, The Wedding, 1944

In dreams, I flow timeless

We wanted to be sun-drunk,
lazy as rocks, measuring time in eons

bare skin, the scent of ripe peaches
in the air–

shadows urged tiny storms,
and after, and after

the sky

the sea still beating time,
the heart to land’s lungs

and we, not rocks,
pulsing, breathing,

dancing to the fiddler’s music,
falling when it stops.

My poem from the Oracle.

23 thoughts on “In dreams, I flow timeless

  1. My immediate reaction upon reading this poem was to wonder whether the Oracle had gifted you a poem by Julia, the spy poet of Prosery fame. It really sounds like her voice.

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