Inside Out

The Raft

in my dream

has rigid edges like a shard

 My feet meet it with each fall

and don't consider walking

off

Though I do notice the

blue

everywhere else

cut with

light.

A woman bends to

something that will issue music

 then a man

shows up

and I am invited. I go inside

the raft

I lie down.

•

The raft is filled with music made from woven human voices

 it is orange and elastic

and I know the man is pulling it by swimming

tethered to a rope

I rock with it

and watch the orange

thin and thicken

 it

would lick me, the light,

but it shouldn't - I am skin

so, yes - the raft.

Or,

it should

lick through my raft. It's caving in

in places but it is

okay

I think:

This is living

notice it.

-Laura