Noni's Field

When I closed my eyes in Noni’s field We were lying on our backs I dreamt that the ground split a seam …our spirits, floating When no longer tied into our bodies We left them (wrapping) As a sign, to slip into the crack Tired and ready to go But I don’t know what goes on I touched my grandfather’s face He lay fixed in his casket He lay sewn shut and folded So that none could refuse it They had posed, they had painted him I laughed. I let him go His cheeks washed like watercolor sunlight, evening time I could never put my hands back to them Still, I don’t know what goes on Will my thoughts burn in unseen patterns? Form a dim glow in your mind Long after you remember who it was that I looked like? We saw the sky, swarming full with the light that the fireflies made An accidental constellation You, how will you go? Out through your mouth in a sigh? Into a space we don’t know