I descend cracked concrete stairs into a tunnel that winds under the streets of NYC. I have some fear. It is very dark and feels hollow. I hear subtle rattling in the distance, the sound pinging off the damp walls, calling to me? With every step comes a commitment to the journey and curiosity about the destination. The longer I walk the louder the rattling. Light ahead. Closer…to what? Silence. I gingerly walk through an aperture and am greeted by several skeletons. Each one has a gold kiss on its cheekbone. Light from a crack in the tunnel’s ceiling wraps them in warmth. I feel embraced, welcomed, as if they have been waiting for me for a long time. I know I am home. There are so many questions: Who are they? Why are they here? Why have they waited for me? Who left the kiss on their cheeks? Before I can ask, one skeleton steps forward and offers me a loaf of bread, saying, “For the journey back up.” I don’t want to leave, but waking life intervenes and I “feel it in my bones” that the tunnel has brought me to the mountain top.
Bare Bones Truth filters into the soul
Between the tendons of our lives,
And like a hungry dog, doesn’t let go
Until it has done its work.
It gnaws down,
Pulls up,
Seals us with its golden kiss,
And heaves us back into the thick of life,
Stark but strong.
This is wonderful! What an amazing dream you had – the skeletons are so mysterious…but also kind and nurturing. Your poem is very powerful….Thank you for sharing!
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You are so kind Kayla! So you think our experiment worked? I will try it with a waking dream soon! Thanks too for reblogging.
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I think our experiment worked! I think that recording the dream and posting it with the poem creates a really great combination. I had not thought of posting them both together – but I think they have a lot of power together.
Now I need to get off my laurels and write some poetry too! It’s a lovely way to honor a poem. I’ve had some good dreams lately that will be great inspiration. Sadly, no kind skeletons, though! : )
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