Friday, July 29, 2016

Prison Dream

I was in prison, needing to escape, for what I'm not sure. Another inmate decides to help me by smuggling me out in the van. All I had to do was lay down on the middle seat and cover up with a stiff coat while she drove out through the gated guard station. She slipped the van right around the security arm, and then I was free. I don't remember getting out of the van, but suddenly I'm standing outside the prison, which now looks like a multi-storied office building, and it is raining. I think, I have to get back in there, so I run back into the complex, around the same security arm I just rode through, slipping in the sandy mud that hinders my steps. Poussey and Taystee are at the guard shack. watching me run back in, looking at me in confusion and, possibly, disgust. 

Thursday, July 28, 2016

A dream

  Christopher was four or so. He was sitting on my lap, facing me, his hands in mine. I am bouncing and jostling him while nearby adults prattle in conversation. He leans forward, touching his forehead to mine, and he says "Our heads are different coloured strait-jackets."

  Later in the dream, I am sitting at a long, rectangular dining table with a white tablecloth laid out. I am recounting to the same adults from earlier what said the child. 

Photograph

Sitting, huddled in the hull
nearly helpless in the heaving sea,
searching, hoping, 
for home

Thursday, July 21, 2016

A thought

There is so much soul-suffering around me
Can none of us be saved?