Reverie

chestnut hair tangled
around the end of my finger
these moments are hushed
except for the remembering to breathe

the moment explodes into mountains
mountains climb into the sky
sometimes I long to die

water spills from my eyes
slips down the corners of a mouth
without any words to say

wasn’t it just yesterday
that I stood a fresh dug grave
dirt like soot covering my face

wind blows twisted hair free
as it longs to save me
from the memory’s reverie

chestnut hair tangled
around the end of my finger
these moments are hushed
except for the remembering to breathe

Jennifer Greene Sullivan

5.17.18