I hear my mother’s voice echo you’re all the sunlightthat’s ever been in my life.

On the wall of time to come a window appears.I open it, let angels in.

We packedwhole lives into bundles in searchof what chooses us, what wants to comeback to the surface, what needs to be said.We had so many dreamswe didn’t know what to make of them.

You listen to the silencedrawn on the ashes of ancient sacrifices.

I become ocean, mercury, silver shimmers, fairy tales, fascinated.

I now wear the memory of nothingness a piece of white sail wrapped like second skin.