dark flowers

we're flying hard 

hard on the wing
of life’s dream

its a storm in a tree

whose knowledge can take you to hell 
and back

and back

and back

into the center

where it might all make sense

if only I could remember

re-mem-ber

as I woke up

what was the twist?

the alchemy

of last night's dream?

its storming out

its boiling hot

something in the water
even pulls the color out 

of my yellow ship's hull

said the sailor

there was no life for 3000 miles he said

there were no birds
because there were no fish he said
it was silent for miles he said

the ocean is broken he said
the only sound was that of debris hitting the hull he said

there was so much garbage he said

when the wind died we could not start our motors he said

meanwhile enormous serpents are rising from the sea bottom

with a thousand forgotten ancient dreams

lodged in their spines

and the dead keep singing

as they peek out through the night

through the black rain

below everywhere dark flowers are blooming

--Lorena Wolfman © 2013