Yin n' Yang

Photo by: Henri Cartier-Bresson

I knew a man who rustled in his sleep

From fighting ancient wars with dark creatures

That constricted him at his knees.

He held strong sometimes,

He fell straight sometimes;

He won battles,

He lost battles,

He felt the second hand click

As time jumped into his bed

And tussled with his sheets.

He unlocked his brain to unhinge his thoughts,

And unraveled his skin to crawl out of his flesh,

But when he woke each night,

Pained with a sweat,

He knew the moon and the stars,

The sun and the clouds,

Would greet each other again,

And the days would go on,

The earth would dance circles around the clock,

And it would all come to an end.

But I also knew the woman who wiped his furrowed brow,

And traced the constellations on his face,

And swayed him gently sweet,

And sucked the poison from his dreams,

And sewed the wounds just at the seam

So as to feel him heal.