There is more to it than
inconsolable thoughts and drafty nights.
Can you dive into your self, surf
not drown, a deeper body of knowing?
I met a one-eyed woman in a dream. She showed me her collections
of snake skins and red leather shoes. Inaudibly, she told me
she lives at the bridge. I forgot the dream until I met a woman
under Ballard Bridge at Leary and 15th. She showed me a shoebox
full of snake skins and dusty trilobite husks. Tossing bread crumbs
to gulls watching one eye at a time, she mumbled something and
shuffled away in a pair of withered red boots.
Have you seen her? She is someone you knew
before meeting; she is the part of you staying
afloat in a deeper body of knowing.