Searching

In the depths of  slumber I

Slither the passage of night.

Hedonistic dreams unfold one upon the other

until  you are no longer within reach

but a far off  memory from waking life.

Transparent mica from an ancient site

of  subconscious,  not even that,

something sparkling that disrupts the air

 I am transformed to the

flickering tongue of a snake foraging

A wayward river,
as  fluid as the night.

 

art by Boyana Petkova