Voices on the Wind
Apache monsoon dream
by Lars Samson
Waking deep in monsoon night wool darkness
gushing through encircling windows. Black,
shimmerless lake outside smothering
days rampaging torrents of green. Faint
ground lights hint of bottom-dwellers
wavering through layered lenses.
Oscillating floor fan exhales softly. Cool,
moist breath teasing shoulders. Fleeing
before swamp-air tide submerges everything
in sultry shallows.
Fan blades hum chopping whispers
bobbing to the surface. Fragments
sometimes almost discernable then
other-worldly. Songs of Apache ghosts
bubbling up from the past? Incantations
from a drowned bruja?
washed ashore dreams
in these wildlands.