a dream...

I am  

in a brightly 

lit chamber

surrounded by 

a tyranny of doors

which I must 

in a frenzy 

maintain

their substance 

is flimsy

and their locks 

don’t work

yet still

I check them

unceasingly

in a fever

while just 

outside

of my walls

and windows

the veil

of cool night 

is descending

with grace

and lightly

fragrant

moon flowers 

are opening 

unafraid

into darkness…

lucy meskill

photo credit: judith meskill