In the dream

There is no end to the darkness above my face – the darkness, moonless and without stars.

Below me, a small mound of palest light fits stark and clean on the root of night.

No movement sensed in the silence, no other face or hand,

as if a newborn were laid asleep among the dunes, she awakens wild with cold,

and the mother has turned away for the last time.

FEWalls

#abandonment #desert #newborn