Did I open last night
like a moon flower?
Was I white as a planet?
What entered and what left?
Was a pyramid built for me,
a seawall constructed?
How many breaths did I take
while an angel watched me?
I seem to smell of the sea.
Did the wind take me to the shore?
Who met me in that stellar place?
Why are my eyes dripping with tears?
It’s such a beautiful day outside.
Something tugs at my heart.
The long hair of a dream
falls through my fingers.
Will I be afraid to sleep tonight?
Whose earth did I leave
like a little catastrophe
never to see them again?