The body had a nightmare.
Awake. No need of the movie.
No need of light, to keep hips
and shoulders rotating in bed
on the gimbals of wet eyes.
Pounding heart, chest pains –
should it be the right arm hurting?
The brain was a void
or a blasted-out chamber –
shreds of speech in there,
shatters of lust and prayer.
No one can face their heart
or turn their back on it.
Bowel stumbled to bowl,
emptied, and emptied again
till the gut was a train
crawling in its own tunnel,
slowly dragging the nightmare
down with it, below heart level.
You would not have died
the fear had been too great
but: to miss the ambulance moment –
Relax. In time, your hourglass
will be reversed again.
