3.13.2012

Still

PHOTO BY DAVID SANDERS

Wind blows over
crackling of rock underfoot.

I blink my eyes
squeeze them shut and
open them again.

Will the mountains stop moving
in and out like the tide?
Will the wind stop calling out 
to the open blue sky?
Will the brown and gray earth hold me 
steady and balanced?

I am dizzy
from the motion of nothingness.
And still-
so still that
the air has hollowed me out.

3.12.2012

Saber-toothed Tiger


Dream, April 19th

I am in a restaurant meeting someone there, and sit happily waiting for them to show up.  My mother shows up with a face full of wrinkles, and I lead her over to our table.  A group of men have taken our seats, so we change tables and order a big meal.

When we finish, a man comes and sits down at our table, says he’s from Bangladesh, and wants to take care of our meal.  We let him.

Before leaving, I squat on a bench and a big white cat comes up.  I begin petting it and notice that it’s really a tiger.  I see its two hanging fangs and realize it’s a saber-toothed tiger.

Quote from the book I’m reading, April 21st , just read this for the first time:

"The next time I had a similar dream.  I went to my favorite coffee shop on the corner....I saw a row of people eating at the counter, and right at the very end of the counter I saw a peculiar character.  He was the only person who actually looked at me.  The instant I came in he seemed to sense me.  He turned around and stared at me.  I came back once more to the same coffee shop and that was when the course of my dreaming changed.  As I was watching the restaurant from across the street, the scene altered....Next to me there was a rock ledge eight to ten feet high.  A huge saber-toothed tiger was sitting there."

Strange things are happening.