"Shaman Dreams" by Susan Seddon Boulet
Messengers
Another piece of the puzzle
Tears, like holy messengers
traversing the night
bearers of obscured wisdom
rising up through my belly
expanding my chest
pouring into my throat
before falling out of my eyes
weeping, weeping, weeping.
Tears, startling me awake
with their urgency
leaving me trembling
in the darkness
not knowing
how to hold such ferocity
in this fragile mind, body.
Tears, found a door through
my sticky subconscious
little puddles on my pillow
perhaps the stirrings of my soul
hitchhiking on a dream
stretching towards the light.
Tears, a liminal puzzle
jumbled code
seeking the clarity of dawn
and an audience of me -
at my most
vulnerable.
