God shows up in a dream I am sleeping. In my dreams I hear a knock. I ignore it. This feels too comfortable. Return to dreaming, or nightmaring. Or whatever this is - it feels safer to be in here. I wake, tears soaking my chin 5 am, and still too early to remember what is real. I return to sleep, less lonely there. This time I ride a muscled beast My fingers clutch her smooth mane She asks, where do you want to go? I pray, take me forward. Are you sure? I nod. So she does. We gallop through fenced, rolling meadows through fields of daisies and cattails bulrushes lining ditches between us and the nearby road. Maples and weeping willows rush by me in a haze. I notice resistance everywhere. Heart thumping wind and hills thunder cackles lightening jagged all around October tornadoes in the horizon. She never stops carrying me I know I am safe. Sometimes I am still enough to hear her breath and when I do I sense being held. Other times I do not. I know. I feel. I doubt. I know. Slower or faster? She asks. Whatever is better for me. Acceleration whips me backward Can I handle the fluttering weightlessness of my belly rising and falling my pressed shoulders tired from rounding, grasping, holding. I want to get off. Not yet, she replies. I don’t see the ending. It’s ok, she said. There isn’t one.
Peace and love to you my friends,
as we travel the East Coast of Canada
Jaclyn xo
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Such a beautiful poem my friend. Wishing you the most beautiful trip 💚💚
Beautiful poem. I was right there with you. Godspeed.