Friday, March 4, 2022

ONLY

Last night 
I dreamt 
I fed my head 

willingly 
to the black 
mouth of a well—

and then I 
yelled something 
elemental 

into that strong 
empty cavern 
of stone, 

desperate to know
the counsel
of the echo: 

time is not 
transactional, 
it bellowed;

only 
this life 
matters.