Dream
Gay Brewer
I wait sick in bed
again, iced with sweat,
the pain returned
behind the ribs,
just below
and left of the heart.
I remember my own
death. I died young.
For a few seconds
I could be anywhere
or any age. An old man
seeing his future
passed in a memory.
When I untangle
and stand my foot gives
away, I fall
and I keep falling.
My body seems immense.
In the morning silence
cuts deep into me.
Fear. More promises.
